Still uncomfortable approaching Clive’s shop, she and Thor had investigated the East Wing from the top story First Lady’s offices down to FDR’s bomb shelter below the northeast lawn. A small plaque had informed her that it was rated to withstand a five-hundred-pound bomb—early WWII had been a kinder, gentler era in some strange ways.
Deep in the lowest basement of the East Wing, she’d turned away from the tunnel leading to the Treasury Building and instead followed the one that ran from the FDR shelter below the East Wing into the lowest level of the Residence, and beyond that, connected to the West Wing.
Deep under the lawn between the East Wing and the Residence, she passed The Truman Shelter. It had been built with nuclear weapons in mind and was significantly more substantial, if lit
