Corbin Franklin was found unconscious in his home about thirty minutes ago,â Battaglia reported. âHeâs been rushed to GWU hospital. Heâs in intensive care. Thereâs no official word, but it looks bad.â
Long was thunderstruck. âWas it a stroke?â
âWe donât know yet,â said Battaglia. âBut given his age, thatâs not a bad guess.â
âHe didnât look good at the inaugural,â said Long.
âNo, sir, he did not,â Battaglia agreed. âHeâs really gone downhill since his wife died. He looked terrible. Just terrible.â
âNow what?â
âWe wait,â said Hector. âHealth bulletins are provided by individual justices, not the Supreme Court. Itâs basically up to Franklinâs doctors and family to release information on his condition. Unless and until we receive word, we should not comment.â
âEven if heâs incapacitated?â asked Long, pressing the point.
âYes,â said Battaglia. âFrankly, Mr. President, his clerks have done the heavy lifting for years. They write his opinions. Unless he resigns or dies, thereâs no vacancy.â
âWhat if heâs a vegetable?â
âDoesnât matter. Constitutionally speaking, itâs a lifetime appointment,â Battaglia explained, his hands cutting through the air like a prosecutor making a point. âIf the prognosis is that he can recover, they could hear cases with only eight justices present and hold any cases in abeyance decided by a tie vote. But if heâs in a coma, I would think there will be a fair amount of pressure on his family to have him resign.â
âI think we stay as far away from this as possible,â Hector said.
Long stared back impassively. âWhat if he ends up like Ariel Sharon did? People who have had a stroke can live for years.â
Hector appeared visibly uncomfortable. âWe cross that bridge when we come to it. For our sake, letâs hope that doesnât happen.â
Long nodded, his mind racing. âWhat if he doesnât make it? Are we ready?â He leveled his gaze to Battaglia.
âI canât say definitively that we are, Mr. President,â said Battaglia. âPeople are still moving into offices. Goldenâs top deputies at Justice are not confirmed, and they canât legally do their jobs until they are. Weâre working on a preliminary list of judicial nominees, but itâs not ready for you just yet.â
âWell, get it ready,â ordered Long. âLetâs accelerate the process. Get on the phone with Golden and get things moving. Because if we have a vacancy, I want to move quickly. You know what LBJ said: if you send a bill up to the Hill and it just lays there, it stinks up the place. The same is true with a judicial nominee. Speed is essential.â
âYes, sir,â said Battaglia. They turned to go. Battaglia spun on his heel as if he had forgotten something. âAny guidance for me on the list?â
âAll other things being equal, Iâd like a woman or a Hispanic.â
Battaglia nodded and turned to leave again.
âAnd Philââ
âYes, sir?â
âGet me a memo on what happens if a Justice is incapacitated,â Long said. âIâd like to know all my options.â He leaned forward, lowering his voice as if trying to avoid being overheard. âAnd Charlie, very delicately find out what you can about Franklinâs medical condition. I donât want to be flying blind.â
Battaglia and Hector left, closing the door behind them. As they walked back to their offices, they uttered not a word; the only sound made was their shoes on the carpet. Battaglia had been struck by how anxious Long seemed to replace Franklinâmaybe too anxious. If Long wanted to know his options if Franklin did not die, it could only mean one thing: he had not ruled out trying to