Стюарт Вудс - Cut and Thrust

Ann had already dug into the pizza and was halfway through her first slice. She made a grateful noise when he handed her a glass of wine, then took a huge gulp. “Better,” she said.

The following morning Stone and Ann had an early breakfast. She kept looking at her watch.

“What time do you want to be there?” he asked.

“Eight-thirty,” Ann said. “There’s nothing for me to do until then. The press secretary is dealing with the lighting and sound system.”

“I want to come with you,” Stone said.

“Okay.”

“You think she’s pregnant?” he asked.

“No, but I don’t know anything anymore. If she is pregnant, then she’ll be leaving the race.”

“Really?”

“No, not really, that’s just my best guess.”

“Have you ever noticed that when the president or somebody important has a press conference, everybody in the media already knows what it’s about before it starts? I mean, they’re telling you on TV what it’s going to be about and what questions are going to be asked and what the answers will be.”

“I’ve noticed that,” Ann said. “It’s because people like me leak it to a few people to guarantee good coverage and, if it’s bad news, to soften the blow.”

“It’s a strange business,” Stone said.

“What’s strange is what’s happening today,” Ann said. “Nobody knows anything except Kate — and Will. Maybe.”

They were in the steeply raked little auditorium and in their seats at precisely eight-thirty. Members of the press, festooned with ID badges, were filing into the rows, and a gang of photographers sat on the floor between the first row of seats and the podium, keeping low enough not to be seen on TV.

“This is exciting,” Stone said.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Ann asked. “It’s terrifying!”

“I’ll bet you’re one of those people who reads the last couple of pages in a mystery novel before you start the book.”

“How did you know that?” she demanded.

“It’s clear you have no tolerance for suspense.”

“But you’re enjoying it?”

“I’m enjoying not knowing,” Stone said. “You should try it sometime, it’s fun.”

“This is not a mystery novel,” she said. “This is the future of the country and the planet.”

“Oh, come on. Dick Collins will make a fine president if Kate decides not to run.”

“Don’t say those last words,” Ann said. “Hearing them is like having my throat cut.”

“Look on the bright side — if she doesn’t run, you can come to Paris with me. We’ll have a wonderful time — then when we come back, you can accept a job at Woodman and Weld, and we’ll have a nice life.”

“A nice life is the worst possible thing that could happen to me right now,” she said. “I want a crazy, unpredictable, demanding, untamable life for the next eight years.”

“I watched a documentary the other day about White House chiefs of staffs. I didn’t want to tell you this, but do you know what the average tenure of the last forty chiefs of staff was?”

“I don’t know, a couple or three years?”

“Less than a year and a half,” Stone said.

“You’re kidding me.”

“I kid you not. They burn out fast — the stress is too much.”

“I want the stress!” Ann said. “I want it all. I want it for eight years!”

“Not going to happen,” Stone said. “What makes you think you could take it any better than any of the last forty in that job?”

“I’m smarter and tougher than they are,” Ann said.

“I believe you, but when you burn the candle at both ends, the light doesn’t last long.”

Suddenly the lights in the room went off, and there was a sudden hush. Then the stage lights came up and Kate Lee strode to the podium.

She looked wonderful, Stone thought. She was wearing a beautiful silk dress that flowed when she walked and, yes, she was glowing.

“Good morning, everybody,” Kate said as if she had invited them all to a garden party. “I have some wonderful news, but before I tell you I want you to know that the doors are locked, and your cell phones won’t work in here, and I’m going to take only three questions when I’m done. Then, when I’ve made my escape, the doors will be unlocked.”

That created a buzz.

Kate took a deep breath. “I am delighted to tell you that my husband and I are going to have a baby, and it’s due next May.”

There was a noise from the crowd that Stone had never heard before: equal parts of shock, outrage, and delight.

“First question,” Kate said, pointing at a woman in the first row.

“Are you dropping out of the race?” she asked.

“Certainly not,” Kate replied. “There are tens of thousands of working women all across this country who are having babies, then mixing motherhood and work, and some of them are top executives in large companies. If I quit, it would be an insult to every working mother.” She pointed to a man in the middle of the group. “Second question.”

“How are you going to take care of a baby and run the country at the same time?” he asked.

“I will have a secret weapon,” Kate said, turning to her right and pointing. Will Lee had just appeared at stage right. “It’s called a house husband. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Mr. Mom!”

There was a roar of laughter and applause, and Will was smiling.

“That man has never even seen a diaper,” Kate said, “but God bless him, he has signed on for the duration.” She pointed to a woman in the back row. “Third and final question.”

“Who knows about this?” the woman asked.

“Not a soul in the world,” Kate said, “except the people in this room. And when I walked in here, only one of those knew.” Will walked over, kissed her, took her hand, and they walked off the stage.

The crowd of reporters rushed up the aisles, and a moment later, a hammering could be heard as they banged on the doors. Many people stood around, trying to get their cell phones to work. Then, the doors opened, and they flooded out of the room, up the stairs, and out the doors.

Ann had not stood up until now. “Wow!” she said, her hand on her chest. “I have never felt this good in my whole life!”

They went home and turned on the TV to the morning political shows. Every one of them showed the full tape of Kate’s news conference, and every one of them had a table full of commentators talking about it. Toward the end of each show, Henry Carson was interviewed.

“Now I see why Kate did it on Sunday morning,” Ann said. “Carson was the headliner on every show, and she blew him right out of the water. Nobody will ever remember what he said! And tomorrow morning, Kate will have the headline in every newspaper, and Carson will be buried inside!”

On Sunday evening, Stone and Ann settled in to watch 60 Minutes . “I didn’t see any promos for this,” Stone said.

“That’s because it’s a secret,” Ann replied. “They didn’t want Barbara Grosvenor to know about it, because she would probably have tried for a court injunction to block it.”

The front-end teaser on the show was simple. Morley Safer looked into the camera and said, “Tonight, we have something different for you. Everybody knows someone who went through the divorce from hell, but this one adds something extra — repeated attempted murder. Stay tuned for the fireworks.”

“That’s the first time I’ve seen this show open without excerpts from the interviews.”

“Great hook, wasn’t it?”

In Los Angeles, Billy and Betsy Burnett watched the show. “Uh-oh,” Billy said, “I think I know who this is.”

“This is what you were talking about, isn’t it?” Betsy asked. “Barbara’s PR campaign to destroy Ed Eagle?”