"I"ve read your material," Cathy said, taking Holtzman"s extended hand.
"It"s always nice to hear that." Holtzman noted the delicacy of her touch and could feel the guilt shoot up his arm. Was this the woman whose marriage he had attacked? "This is Libby."
"You"re a reporter, too," Cathy observed. Libby Holtzman was taller than she, and dressed in an outfit that emphasized her ample bosom. One of hers is worth both of mine, Cathy noted, managing not to sigh. Libby had the sort of bust on which men yearn to lay their heads.
"You operated on a cousin of mine a year or so ago," Libby Holtzman said. "Her mom says you"re the best surgeon in the world."
"All doctors love to hear that." Cathy decided that she would like Mrs. Holtzman, despite her physical handicap.
"I know you"re a surgeon, but where have we met?" Liz Elliot asked with the offhand interest she might have shown a dog breeder.
"Bennington. In my freshman year, you taught PoliSci 101."
"Is that a fact? I"m surprised you remember." She made it clear that she did not.
"Yes. Well, you know how it is." Cathy smiled. "Freshman Pre-Med is a real bear. We really have to concentrate on the important stuff. So the unimportant courses are all throwaways, easy A"s."
Elliot"s expression didn"t change. "I was never an easy grader."
"Sure you were. It was just a matter of repeating it all back to you." Cathy smiled even more broadly.
Bob Holtzman was tempted to take a step back, but managed not to move at all. His wife"s eyes went a touch wider, having caught the signals more quickly than her husband. A war had just begun. It would be nastier than most.
"What ever happened to Dr. Brooks?"
"Who?" Liz asked.
Cathy turned to the Holtzmans. "Times really were different back in the "70s, weren"t they? Dr. Elliot just had her master"s, and the PoliSci department was-well, kind of radical. You know, the fashionable kind." She turned back. "Surely you haven"t forgotten Dr. Brooks and Dr. Hemmings! Where was that house you shared with them?"
"I don"t remember." Liz told herself to maintain control. This would all be over soon. But she couldn"t walk away.
"Wasn"t it on that three-way corner, a few blocks from the campus ... ? We used to call them the Marx Brothers," Cathy explained with a giggle. "Brooks never wore socks-in Vermont, remember; he must have gotten terrible colds from that-and Hemmings never washed his hair. That was some department. Of course, Dr. Brooks went off to Berkeley, and then you went out there, too, to finish your doctorate. I guess you liked working under him. Tell me, how is Bennington now?"
"Just as nice as ever."
"I never get back there for the alum meetings," Cathy said.
"I haven"t been back there myself in over a year," Liz replied.
"What ever happened to Dr. Brooks?" Cathy asked again.
"He teaches at Va.s.sar now, I think."
"Oh, you"ve kept track of him? Still trying to bed every skirt in sight, too, I bet. Radical-chic. How often do you see him?"
"Not in a couple of years."
"We never understood what you saw in them," Cathy observed.
"Come now, Caroline, none of us were virgins back then."
Cathy sipped at her champagne. "That"s true, times were different, and we did lots of very dumb things. But I got lucky. Jack made an honest woman of me."
Zing! Libby Holtzman thought. Libby Holtzman thought.
"Some of us haven"t had time."
"I don"t know how you manage without a family. I don"t think I could handle the loneliness."
"At least I never have to worry about an unfaithful husband," Liz observed icily, finding her own weapon, not knowing it wasn"t loaded anymore.
Cathy looked amused. "Yes, I suppose some women have to worry about that. But I don"t, thank G.o.d."
"How can any woman be sure?"
"Only a fool is unsure. If you know your man," Cathy explained, "you know what he can and cannot do."
"And you really feel that secure?" Liz asked.
"Of course."
"They say the wife is always the last to know."
Cathy"s head c.o.c.ked to one side. "Is this a philosophical discussion or are you trying to say something to my face instead of behind my back?"
Jesus! Bob Holtzman felt that he was a spectator at a prize-fight. Bob Holtzman felt that he was a spectator at a prize-fight.
"Did I give you that impression? Oh, I"m so sorry, Caroline."
"That"s okay, Liz."
"Excuse me, but I prefer-"
"I go by "professor," too; you know, medical doctor, Johns Hopkins, and all that."
"I thought you were an a.s.sociate a.s.sociate professor." professor."
Dr. Ryan nodded. "That"s right. I got offered a full professorship at the University of Virginia, but that meant moving away from the house we like, moving the kids out of school, and, of course, there"s the problem with Jack"s career. So I turned it down."
"I guess you are pretty tied down."
"I do have responsibilities, and I like working at Hopkins. We"re doing some pioneer work, and it"s good to be where the action is. It must have been much easier for you to come to Washington, what with nothing to hold you anywhere-and besides, what"s new in political science?"
"I"m quite satisfied with my life, thank you."
"I"m sure you are," Cathy replied, seeing the c.h.i.n.k and knowing how to exploit it. "You can always tell when a person is happy in their work."
"And you, Professor?"
"Life couldn"t be much better. As a matter of fact, there"s only one real difference between us," Caroline Ryan said.
"And that is?"
"... I don"t know where my wife wandered off to. There"s yours with Liz Elliot and the Holtzmans. I wonder what they"re talking about?" Bunker said....
"At home, at night, I sleep with a man," Cathy said sweetly. "And the nice thing about it is that I never have to change the batteries." ... Jack turned to see his wife and Elizabeth Elliot, whose pearl necklace seemed to turn brown before his eyes, she went so pale. His wife was shorter than the National Security Advisor, and she looked like a pixie next to Libby Holtzman, but whatever the h.e.l.l had just happened, Cathy was holding her ground like a momma-bear on her kill, her eyes locked on the taller Elliot. He moved over to see what the problem was.
"Hi, honey."
"h.e.l.lo, Jack," Cathy said, her eyes fixed on her target. "Do you know Bob and Libby?"
"Hi." Ryan shook hands with both, catching looks from them that he could only guess at. Mrs. Holtzman seemed about to explode, but then she took a breath and controlled herself.
"You"re the lucky guy who married this woman?" Libby asked. That comment made Elliot turn away first from the confrontation.
"Actually she"s the one who married me, I think," Jack said after a further moment"s confusion.
"If you"ll excuse me," Elliot said, departing from the battlefield as gracefully as she could. Cathy took Jack"s arm and steered him toward the corner with the piano.
"What in the h.e.l.l h.e.l.l was that all about?" Libby Holtzman asked her husband. She thought she knew most of it already. Her successful struggle not to laugh aloud had nearly strangled her. was that all about?" Libby Holtzman asked her husband. She thought she knew most of it already. Her successful struggle not to laugh aloud had nearly strangled her.
"What it"s about, my dear, is that I broke an ethical rule. And you know something?"
"You did the right thing," Libby announced. "The Marx Brothers? "Three-way corner." Liz Elliot, the Queen Radical WASP. My G.o.d."
"Jack, I have a terrible headache, I mean, a really terrible one," Cathy whispered to her husband.
"That bad?"
She nodded. "Can we get out of here before I get nauseous?"
"Cathy, you don"t just walk out of these things," Jack pointed out.
"Sure, you do."
"What were you and Liz talking about?"
"I don"t think I like her very much."
"You"re not the only one. Okay." Jack headed for the door with Cathy on his arm. The Army captain at the stairs was very understanding. Five minutes later they were outside. Jack helped his wife into the car and headed back up the drive toward Pennsylvania.
"Go straight," Cathy said.
"But-"
"Go straight, Jack." It was her surgeon"s voice. The one that told people what to do. Ryan pulled past Lafayette Park. "Now left."
"Where are we supposed to be going?"
"Now turn right-and left into the driveway."
"But-"
"Jack, please?" Cathy said softly.
The doorman of the Hay Adams Hotel helped Caroline from the car. Jack handed the keys to the parking attendant, then followed his wife in. He watched the concierge hand her a key, then she breezed off to the elevators. He followed her onto and off the elevator, and from there to a corner suite.
"What gives, Cathy?"
"Jack, there"s been too much work, too much kids, and not enough us. Tonight, my darling, there is time for us." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and there was nothing for her husband to do but kiss her. She put the key in his hand. "Now get the door open before we scare somebody."
"But what about-"
"Jack, shut up. Please," she added.
"Yes, dear." Ryan led his wife into the room.
Cathy was gratified to see that her instructions had been carried out as perfectly as the staff of this most excellent of hotels could arrange. A light dinner was set on the table, along with a chilled bottle of Moet. She draped her coat on the sofa in confidence that everything else was as it should be.
"Could you pour the champagne? I"ll be back in a moment. You might want to take your coat off and relax," she said over her shoulder on the way into the bedroom.
"Sure," Jack said to himself. He didn"t know what was going on, or what Cathy had in mind, but he didn"t really care all that much either. After dropping his dinner jacket atop his wife"s mink, he peeled the foil off the champagne, then twisted off the wire, and gently worked the cork free. He poured two gla.s.ses and set the bottle back in the silver bucket. He decided to trust the wine untasted, then walked to look out the window at the White House. Jack didn"t hear her come back into the room. He felt it, felt the air change somehow. When he turned, she was standing there in the doorway.
It was the second time she"d worn it, the floor-length gown of white silk. The first time had been their honeymoon. Cathy walked barefoot across the carpet to her husband, gliding through s.p.a.ce like an apparition.
"Your headache must have gone away."
"I"m still thirsty, though," Cathy said, smiling up at Jack"s face.
"I think I can handle that." Jack lifted the gla.s.s and held it to her lips. She took a single sip, then moved it to his.
"Hungry?"
"No."
She leaned against him, taking both his hands in hers. "I love you, Jack. Shall we?"
Jack turned her around, and walked behind, his hands at her waist. The bed, he saw, was turned down, and the light out, though the glare from the floodlit White House washed in through the windows.
"Remember the first time, the first night we were married?"
Jack chuckled. "I remember both, Cathy."
"This is going to be another first time, Jack." She reached behind him and flipped off the c.u.mmerbund. Her husband took the cue. When he was naked, she embraced him as fiercely as she could manage, and the silk of her nightgown rustled against his skin. "Lie down."
"You"re more beautiful than ever, Cathy."
"I wouldn"t want anyone to steal you from me." Cathy joined him on the bed. He was ready, and so was she. Caroline pulled the nightgown up to her waist and mounted him, then let it fall down around her. His hands found her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She held them in place, rocking up and down on him, knowing that he couldn"t last very long, but neither could she.