Fannie Flagg - Standing in the Rainbow

At first Hamm had not wanted to meet many of Vita's friends or go to parties for the arts. He had resisted but Vita knew it would be good for him personally and politically.

"Look, Vita," he said, "I just wouldn't feel right around them."

"Why not? My friends are very nice. They give a lot of money. Why wouldn't you go? "

"Because I don't want to be around people always looking down their noses at me, thinking I'm dumb."

"Hamm, you are the governor of the state. Nobody is going to think you are dumb."

"It doesn't matter what I'm the governor of, I know what they think. I used to see that same bunch when I was in college, driving around campus in their fancy cars, joining their fancy fraternities. The only way I got in the doors of a fraternity house was as a waiter. I hated every one of those pompous, egg-sucking bastards. I wanted an education and a degree as bad as the next man, only I didn't have a rich daddy to pay my bills and I had to drop out. I never got a degree in anything except how to sell tractors. How could I talk to that crowd you run with?"

"Is that what's bothering you? You know just because someone has a degree does not make them smarter or more interesting. Hamm, look where you are, how smart you are about knowing what people want. Most of those boys you knew in college would change places with you in a second."

"Do you think so?"

"Hamm, you don't need a degree to prove how smart you are."

He admitted something to her. "It's not just the degree, Vita. It's everything else. Those rich kids learned how to socialize with each other, how to act at parties. They had four years to do nothing but make friends and find out who they were. I envy them that; I've been working since I was thirteen years old. We never had any social life…. Oh hell, Vita, the truth is I'm scared. I'll say the wrong thing or use the wrong fork. I feel more comfortable being around Rodney and them. I know they're not gonna laugh at me. They don't know any better themselves."

She shook her head. "Honey, you are the hardest person to kick upstairs I ever met. But I am determined to do it."

Hamm continued to resist but Vita was persistent. He said he'd make a rare appearance now and then.

A month later Vita was at her apartment waiting for him. He came in looking very pleased. He sat down and loosened his tie and put his feet up on her coffee table. "Well, how did I do?"

"You were wonderful and everybody there adored you. People came up to me all night and told me how charming they thought the governor was and how handsome he was in person."

"Is that so?" he said, taking the drink she handed him.

"Yes. I was very proud of you."

"You didn't think I was too loud or anything?"

"No."

"I didn't look stupid in this monkey suit? People weren't laughing at me, were they?"

"Not a one."

"You know, Vita, I have to say I was a little surprised. Once you get to know him, that Pete Wheeler is a pretty regular guy, isn't he? I'm kinda sorry now I said all those things about him."

"I'm glad you liked him. He really is a fine person. So is his wife."

"Do you know what he said to me, Vita?"

"No, what?"

"He said that he envied me my ability to connect with people. He said he wished he had not been handed everything, could have been a workingman like me, and been given the chance to make good on his own, like I had." He looked at her in wonderment. "Can you imagine that here I've been jealous of him and all the time he envied me."

She could have said I told you so but she enjoyed too much watching him discover things on his own.

Sometime later, Rodney, who rarely had anything to do except be on hand whenever Hamm wanted company, came strolling into the attorney general's office. Wendell Hewitt glanced up from the work on his desk and said, "Come in and close the door, I need to talk to you."

Rodney sat down. "What's up?"

"You know, we're the only two he'll listen to and he depends on us to tell him the truth and, frankly, I'm a little worried about him and I think we both should sit him down and talk to him."

"About what?"

"All this running back and forth to all those parties. I think he is beginning to enjoy this high life a little too much, all this getting written up in the society pages. If he's not careful, he's gonna get the people who voted for him riled up."

Rodney waved his hand and dismissed the idea. "Oh, don't worry about that. No matter how many new suits he gets or who he rubs shoulders with, they know underneath it all he's one of them."

"Do you think so?"

"Hell yes. Listen, those country people have some secret way of recognizing one another that you and I don't know anything about. And you can't fool them. They can smell a phony a mile away."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah don forget, I've known him for a long time. I've seen him with those people and first of all, he is one of them, and second, he likes them, he understands how they think, and what they want, and believe me, if he didn't like them, hell, love them even, they would know it. Right now they believe he'll stand up for them but, most importantly, he believes he will fight for them, even against us."

"Do you think he would?"

"You bet. He means all that stuff about how there are no little men. It's not just a come-on with him and it's just what they want to hear. He knows where they itch and how to scratch it. Now, you or I couldn't get away with it but they'll stick with him through thick and thin and he knows not to go too far."

"You sure? I think he's mighty close myself."

"Naw… all those people have some invisible line. If you cross it, brother, watch out. They are done with you forever. But Hamm knows just where that line is. It's like a dog whistle that only other dogs can hear."

But despite Rodney's lack of concern, there were a few rumblings about Hamm and some people did start to notice he was changing. Several editorials and column mentions popped up here and there. Some said he was spending too much time with the elite and not looking after the ones who voted him into office. But as Rodney had said, Hamm knew just when to say what and just how to say it. In his last big television address to the state before he was to go to New York for the National Governors Convention he ended his remarks with a slight little chuckle.

"You know, folks, it seems you just can't please everybody. Some people complain that I've been hobnobbing with the rich too much lately and I agree, but let me ask you this. How am I supposed to keep my eye on them and make sure they're not stealing from you if I don't hobnob a little? Some say that I'm beginning to look like Lady Astor's pet goat with my new fluffed-up haircut and button-down collars. I don't like it any more than you do but now, I can't help what's in fashion; all I can do is make sure that nobody up there in New York is ever going to say that the governor of the great state of Missouri is a hick and he doesn't know how to dress. Not while I'm in office. Why, I'll wear a necklace with pearls if that's what it takes. And the way things are going, next year I just might be doing that."

The cameramen in the studio cracked up and so did most everybody listening and all was smooth again.

Hamm Sparks was not the only one headed for New York that year. When she was four years old Norma Warren's cousin Dena Nordstrom had left town with her mother, Marion Nordstrom, and the Warrens had not seen her since. Dena was working in television in New York and was now a very successful TV journalist and Norma decided that it was time that she and Macky went up to New York and paid her a visit. After Dena's Grandmother Gerta died, Norma felt she needed to make sure that some family kept in touch with Dena. The morning they were to leave, Aunt Elner was in her kitchen frying some bacon when the phone rang. She picked up the phone, wondering who was calling this early.