Chamber of Commerce office, in the great Republic Plaza skyscraper on Seventeenth Street.
âAre you available to handle a Miss America lady?â
âIf I think she has a chance.â
Bert showed him two photographs.
Amos looked hard at them. And then, âIâd have to meet her.â
âOf course. What does it take?â
âYou mean for an exclusive?â
âYes.â
âI said Iâd have to see her.â
âI know you said that. Obviously if you think she hasnât a pigâs chance, youâd say no. At least, I hope you would.â
âIâd want thirty-five plus expenses. Plus ten if she makes it to Miss Colorado. Plus fifty if she makes it to Miss America. And expenses. That includes a couple of hot dogs for cooperative photographers and other nice people.â
âWell, the next step is you interview Priscilla Avery.â
âAnd your next step, Mr. Whitman, is to make a commitment.â
âIf you say itâs a go at your end, I thinkâI said I think âI can manage your fee with the Chamber of Commerce. Iâll tell them that to get a Miss America will be worth a billion dollars to Colorado.â
âThatâs a good safe figure.â
âYou wonât have any trouble getting through to Priscilla.â He passed over the photographs. âGive me a call when youâve talked to her.â
âWhen Iâve seen her.â
âYep. Maybe by the end of the week?â
âMaybe. Iâll call you.â
CHAPTER 14
Washington, D.C./Aiken, South Carolina, March 1987
âDoes Castle like golf?â
âSure.â
âWhy donât we make it then for next month, look in at the Masters? Everybody goes there, nobody is really conspicuous.â
âIâll check it out with him,â said Susan, chief aide to Senator Castle. âHis calendar is clear for that weekend. He would probably needâI mean, it would make senseâto have an invitation. Senator Castle doesnât like to do things that can be thought pure self-indulgence. He should be, in some way, part of the show.â
âGood. If you have any trouble getting a personal invitation, I know one or two of the pros. âDear Senator Castle: I know that you like our sportâ the sport! I would be honored if you came to the Masters and were there when, I hope, I finally get that green jacket. If you find you can work it into your schedule, I would love to have you as my guest.â Signed, âYour fan, Hank Wright.ââ
âSounds good.â Susan was taking notes, in her fabled shorthand. Nobody, she had boasted at age twenty-two, could speak more rapidly than she could take it down. She winced when reminded, as occasionally happened, that she had once made thisclaim. Vainglory. Not because it had ceased to be trueâher fluency on her notepad was dazzlingâbut because to say what she had said smacked of, well, exhibitionism.
In her twenties she had developed into a secretary and confidante utterly free of self-concern. She was the secretary about whose private life nothing was known and, after a while, nothing was asked. When, on the death of Congressman Adam Benjamin Jr., she was approached by the personnel hand Howell Anderson and asked to sign up with the newly elected senator from North Dakota, she deliberated the proposal. She was fifty years old, and liked the prospect of a prolonged attachment. It didnât surprise Anderson when she said she would look into Senator Castleâs background and only then decide.
While it didnât surprise Anderson that Susan Oakeshott would want to think it over, he was surprised that she didnât ask him for the substantial packet of information about Reuben Castle that had been accumulated for the campaign. âThanks very much, but I can put my hands on everything Iâll need to consider.â
âReuben,â Anderson had said to him,