Free What Really Happened by Rielle Hunter

to please take care of it. I don’t actually remember whether he ever addressed it with the PAC leaders or if I just ended up putting my foot down that Sam and I were flying back with him because Sam could not miss his workday. However the details of this silly drama played out, Sam and I ended up flying back with Johnny and Josh did not. And despite Josh’s little tizzy about this all that day, we really did miss Josh on the plane ride back to DC. Josh was a major pain-in-the-ass drama queen and whiner but he was also a really good guy with a great sense of humor.
    Andrew picked us up at an FBO near Dulles. He had driven from North Carolina to escort Johnny to Bunny Mellon’s the next morning. I believe this was the first time Johnny ever met Bunny, but in any case, this meeting was the first I heard of the two of them meeting. One weird thing I remember about that night: Andrew called me on my cell phone very late to ask me if I wanted to join him for a drink in the bar. I answered my cell (not from my own room) but believe me, the last thing in the world I wanted to do, especially after the workday I had just had, was to join Andrew Young in the bar. I declined and as I hung up, I wondered why he had called. I told Johnny that was Andrew on my cell and asked, “Why would Andrew ask me to join him for a drink so late at night?” Johnny gave me a look that told me he had less-than-zero interest in talking about Andrew Young. I briefly thought about how flirty Andrew was to me when he first met me back in June and that Johnny had warned him in a funny way when we got off the plane: hands off. Was he hitting on me now? It felt like he was, but it was late, I was exhausted, and I had already given it too much thought. I shrugged it off.
    Johnny spoke at some big union event in California in September, and I remember saying to him right before he went on, “I bet you drinks tonight that you can’t get through this speech without bashing Bush.” He said, “You’re on.” Of course, I won the bet. Somewhere in nearly every speech, he habitually slipped into automatic pilot, and he would go for the easy applause, how bad President Bush is and how great we Democrats are, and the crowd would go wild. So predictable. So boring.
    From there we went to California and then on to Las Vegas. It was my first trip to Vegas. Ever. Every time I vetoed Vegas as a destination, my friend Angela Janklow would say, “Vegas is the exact opposite of everything you are about.” She was right, but it was fun anyway. We stayed at the Paris Las Vegas. It was like an indoor Disneyland. After Johnny spoke that morning, we all stopped by some walk-in restaurant at the Paris, one of the many in the hotel lobby; Johnny was looking at salads. He turned and asked me if I was hungry. Not Josh, not Kim, just me. Josh had a huge reaction to this. Anger, sulking, back-handed comments. Poor Josh.
    From time to time, when I felt especially bad for him, and because I already knew that his days were numbered, I would offer Josh my unsolicited opinion, telling him that he was very talented, and perhaps better suited for a different job. Because my loyalty was to Johnny, I could never do more than hint at that. I felt sorry for him. From everything I could see, Johnny wasn’t ever going to be any nicer to him. That’s just life. I was the girlfriend; Josh was just the staffer.
    From Vegas, Johnny was going to fly to Chicago to do Oprah with Elizabeth, for her book Saving Graces . It was the first time they had done Oprah , and it was a very big deal. Once that I heard that Johnny was doing the show too, I was very upset about it every time it was mentioned. I really didn’t want the both of them to go on Oprah and lie to millions of people. I thought that he and Elizabeth should wait until they get to a place of honesty in their relationship, and then decide whether to go on Oprah and tell the millions of viewers about the journey. You don’t do the public