Free Treasure Box by Orson Scott Card Page B

wanted
her
to tell him. When she trusted him enough. And so he would make sure she never had cause to doubt his love and loyalty, his strength and honor. When she knew that nothing she told him could shake his bond with her, then she would speak.
    At the end of the week, she was the one who brought up the future. "Our week is almost up," she said. "And it occurs to me we haven't said anything about what happens next."
    "We could stay another week. Another month, if you want. I made kind of an open-ended reservation."
    "This was a wonderful week, but the best part of it was you, Tin, and I get to keep
you
wherever we go. Have we even decided where we're going to live?"
    "I have connections in most cities in North America. But don't feel limited by that—I'm sure that we could find a way to get along in England. Or France. Paris? Provence?"
    "I don't think I'm cool enough for Provence."
    "But you have the body for the beaches of the Riviera."
    "Nobody would even notice me there."
    "I wouldn't be able to keep the Frenchmen's hands off you."
    "Really, Tin, where will we live? Your stuff is in Virginia, and mine is still packed, my family can ship it wherever we decide to live. Have you finished your business there? Are you ready to move on?"
    "I don't know," said Quentin. "I mean, that wasn't exactly a career. It was more of a pastime. I was marking time till I met you. So now... I don't know."
    "It was a wonderful pastime," said Mad. "Making other people's dreams come true."
    "Helping them make their own dreams come true, you mean."
    "What I mean is, Tin, why stop?"
    "Well, for one thing, too many of them have succeeded."
    "What does
that
mean?"
    "When I talked to my lawyer about revising my will to include you, he had me get my accountant to provide me with a complete inventory of my assets. Some of my partnerships are now worth more than the fortune I started with. My point is that I'm now rich on a whole different scale. Maybe it's time to help somebody with a truly extravagant dream."
    "Who?"
    "You."
    She looked at him as if he were crazy. "
You're
my dream, and here you are."
    "No, that's not what you told me. There in the garden. Under the cherry tree."
    "
En château de la grande dame
."
    "Remember? You coveted power, you said. To pick your candidates and help them get started. What you didn't have was money."
    "But what do
you
care about politics?"
    "That's why it's a partnership. You pick the candidates, I fund them."
    "It doesn't work that way. There are election laws. Limitations on contributions, that sort of thing."
    "We'll form PACs. Foundations. We'll contribute to local party organizations and encourage them to support the candidates we favor. Mad, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that when you have enough money the law is a reed that will always bend your way."
    "You make it sound possible."
    "Not only possible, but completely legal. And if we can't contribute directly, so much the better. The goal wasn't to have candidates beholden to
us
, was it? The idea was they should be independent and wise and sane and—telegenic, wasn't that part of it?"
    "Do you mean it?" she said.
    "As I said, I have connections in every city that matters. Let's make the grand tour. Attending the parties that I've avoided for all these years. You'll dazzle them, and I'll talk turkey with the local politicos. We'll pick our candidates and start the ball rolling. Isn't there an election next year? Is it too late to find candidates for Congress?"
    "If only it weren't too late to choose a candidate for president."
    "President schmesident," said Quentin. "We could probably make more difference if we concentrated on state legislatures."
    "You're right, Tin. What I care about is finding good people and getting them started. And it might very well be state legislatures. County commissions! City councils! School boards!"
    "We have our work cut out for us."
    They fell back on the bed, laughing. "We sound like a silly old movie," said