876 Plantation Days, Bordello Nights by William Kincaid

"You seem like an intelligent young girl, we have regularly listened to your tour and we don't expect you to believe what we are about to tell you, but we assure you, it is the truth, and I can prove it. We need your help."

"Ok." Susanna looked guarded, but was still willing to cooperate.

"I am Colonel Franklin Davis of the Army of the Potomac, and this is my Sergeant-Major, Donovan Buckley."

Susanna condescendingly smiled, "You never know what schtick the re-enactors will give." She sniffed for booze, but smelled none other than a strong stench of the unwashed.

"You don't believe us, and hat is fine. But we are who we say we are, and you are Susanna Hairston. You work for D. Michael Brooke; not two weeks ago you sat on the balcony with Dr. Brooke and witnessed the First Battle of the Parker Plantation."

"How do you know that?"

"You even had fried chicken and mashed potatoes made by the Reb Colonel," Buckley interjected. 

"The Reb Colonel? Oh Colonel Sanders. He didn't fight for the Confederacy. But how do you know?"

"We sat on the balcony with you. You couldn't see us we were spirits then."