She was only seven years old.
She wore a blue dress that seemed slightly too large for her small frame. Around her wrist was an old man’s watch that hung loosely because it had never been made for a child. In her hands, she held a folded piece of paper with such care that it appeared almost priceless.
Moments earlier, she had whispered something to Johnny Carson.
Whatever those words were, they had reached a place inside him that even decades of television experience could not protect.
