It's a piece written to drive a wedge between Perry and the base.
“Nina Burleigh, a writer living in Paris”
This thing sounds like the middle page of a very bad, sickeningly sweet southern belle novel complete with the dashing confederate colonel who throws in with damn yankees and offends all her sensibilities...but she just can’t bring herself to leave his unworthy self.
>It’s a piece written to drive a wedge between Perry and the base.
This isn’t a wedge, it’s a stake. Poison sweetened and dripping with honey.