Liar's Moon

One

In the open country fields, a wagon goes by. Cruising through the sun-hit roads near the vast fields and trees that stood through the weather, it made its way to the small town of Noble, Texas. A fisherman peacefully working was the first witness of the car's arrival, and it continued to drive through the roads, making its way past the fields and railroads, both having struggling individuals working during the day in hopes to provide more to eat.
Noble was a small, yet peaceful town with a scenery just busy enough to keep one's attention. The open fields were calm, as were the lakes and tall trees that surrounded it. Wherever one went, they would find nature's beauty. Even during the beginning of the Depression, there was still something to see and something to enjoy. However, the enjoyment typically did not last long, as those who lived in Noble worked all day with little rest. And when they did find rest, they were very grateful. With hope, the citizens of Noble continued to work and live with what they still had for themselves.
The car stopped in front of a large white house, perfectly maintained with just enough trees to surround it. Just from observation, one would assume this structure was built during the Civil War. Very long ago, but you could not find that in the house, for it was maintained and conditioned with the utmost care. This house, large and light, served as a hospital for the town. Stepping into the white house, there would be a small desk for an office where a woman sat. Right next to the desk would be a floating shelf which proudly displayed a bell, a certificate, a calendar, and other things of that nature. The lady at the desk turned her head up to face the woman who stood next to her. She wore a floral day dress and a white hat with a wide brim for protection. On the hat was a black ribbon wrapped around it. The woman greeted the receptionist at the desk, holding a small calm child in her arms. The receptionist smiled at the woman in recognition.
"Hi Babs, come on in!" she told her.
The woman continued the conversation with a question of confirmation, her face becoming more serious as she began.
"Nancy, is everything taken care of?" she asked.
The woman at the desk started to don a serious look as well and slightly leant closer. She, too, asked a question of confirmation.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
The woman nodded, still holding on to the infant in her arms.
"Yes. It's my last chance to get him back."
Nodding, the lady at the desk confirms the procedure with the woman and walks into the next room.
The room was the office of Noble's renowned Dr. Black. He has worked in his profession for so long that just his name alone is recognizable to the citizens of the town. He was a middle-aged man with dark hair that was already receding. But despite his age, he looked well taken care of and would continue to do so. As the door opened, he turned to the woman at the front desk who now had papers in her hands. She carefully gave him the appropriate files and quickly left the room, letting the female patient in. They greeted each other and the woman sat down as she prepared for the doctor's words.
"Nancy relayed your message and said you sounded a little concerned," Dr. Black began, "I must say it's an unusual request, but I'll do my best to clear up any doubts. Okay?"
The woman continued to smile and nodded with a simple response.
"Thank you, I really appreciate this."
Dr. Black, now cautious yet content, attempted to bring more comfort to the situation and add to the atmosphere of the room. He turned his attention to the child in the woman's arms and smiled. He began to speak to the child in a playful manner.
"How's my little president today? You know your mama named you after a very famous man."
The child, a baby boy, stared back with bright eyes.