Oath of Office

CHAPTER 40

Darlene instructed Victor to pull into a largely deserted area of Fairmount Park’s verdant Belmont Plateau and asked that he keep as far away from the other parked cars as possible. Another Secret Service transport vehicle, part of her usual escort group, parked on the opposite side of the lot to avoid attracting unwanted attention.

Victor shut off the engine and opened the moonroof. “I’ll wait outside,” he said. “Keep an eye on things, check for photographers.”

“Thank you, my friend,” Darlene replied. “We won’t be long.”

It was the second time Victor had driven her and Lou Welcome to a park after peak hours. She knew it was the agent’s job to protect her with his life, but she also knew that ultimately his responsibility-everyone’s responsibility, for that matter, was to her husband. If he reported to the president on her growing friendship with Lou, and on their trip together outside of Washington, the tension that had been developing between her and Martin might well explode.

But she felt a connection with Lou, and wanted to get to know him better, and that was that. It said a lot for the status of her marriage that she had given precious little thought to asking Martin’s permission for the trip. After all, he had made the decision to start his reelection campaign without discussing it with her.

With Victor gone, she and Lou spent a quiet couple of minutes gazing out the town car’s bulletproof front windshield at the twinkling skyline of downtown Philadelphia, in the distance. She sighed deeply.

“Are you all right?” Lou asked.

Darlene nodded emphatically, but sensed she wasn’t convincing. Good doctors, and Lou certainly seemed to be one of those, often possessed the ability to get more out of a facial expression than they could out of lab tests. Martin, though a lawyer, had a knack for reading faces as well. Lately, though, his concerns seemed more global than with any individual, including her and Lisa. Darlene knew she was enjoying Lou too much to try to be an enigma.

“I used to come here with Martin whenever we had a campaign stop in Philadelphia,” she said. “I fell in the love with the view. I think the Philadelphia skyline is one of the most beautiful anywhere.”

“I’m glad you brought me to see it,” Lou said. “You’re right. It’s spectacular.”

“I probably shouldn’t have done this,” she said.

“Nonsense. We’ve got an hour to kill before our meeting with Humphries.”

That’s not what I meant, and you know it, she thought.

“It’s silly, really,” she said, “but I’ve never come to Philadelphia without stopping here. Martin and I would look out at the skyline and each make a wish.”

“So it’s a tradition.”

“It started off as that, but it’s morphed into more of a superstition-like a chain letter that warns you of a curse unless you continue it. If you don’t wish upon the Philadelphia skyline, something bad is going to happen. Pass it on.”

Lou laughed. What surprised her was not the warmth of his laugh so much as how much she enjoyed hearing it. She could barely believe it, but Dr. Darlene Mallory, caretaker of thousands of children over the years, First Lady of the United States, woman of the year in countless magazines around the globe, was feeling giddy-schoolgirl giddy.

“Well,” he said, “I see this as a hell of a lot healthier superstition than coming up here to eat a Philly cheesesteak sandwich.”

“Mmmmm, now me want cheesesteak sandwich,” she said in the imitation of Grover from Sesame Street that her patients loved to hear her use.

She added Lou’s grin to the things she liked about him, and tried to remember the last time she and Martin had sat alone together laughing at anything.

“So what did you wish for?” Lou asked.

“I can’t tell you that,” she said with indignation. “Have you not ever studied anything about the art of wishing?”

“The farthest I’ve gone was when I was in my second month of rehab, writing four pages of Wishing for Dummies. I must have learned something from it, because after the third month, I got out.”

“From what I have learned, a lot of people have benefited because you did.”

She wondered what Lou would say if he knew she had wished that Martin could have his warmth and connection to people. There was something about him, a serenity and sense of place, that put her instantly at ease. If she were injured or ill in an ER, she decided, the best thing that could happen would be lying on a gurney and having him show up at her bedside. Maybe it was just the way a good doc made people feel. Whatever the explanation, spending time with Lou Welcome was reminding her of things that she and Martin had lost on their nonstop path to the White House.

“I keep promising Emily that I’ll take her to see the Liberty Bell one of these days,” Lou said.

Darlene smiled, grateful to be distracted from her thoughts. “Your daughter’s never been?”

“No,” he admitted, folding his lower lip down. “She’s also got her heart set on running up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art and doing the Rocky dance.”

“Thirteen is such a great age,” Darlene said wistfully.

She had been warned by friends early on that after Lisa hit first grade, the years would fly by instead of crawl. Now her baby was a busy college sophomore, moving ahead with her own life, and all Darlene had of those early years were photographs and memories.

“The divorce has made me miss time with Em,” Lou said. “That’s the hardest thing in my life.”

“You said the divorce wasn’t your idea. I would imagine there’s some guilt roiling around that.”

“Her mother’s a really good egg, who just ran out of gas after a couple of self-destructive years on my part. She’s married to a decent-enough guy now, and is as happy for my recovery as I am. Whatever guilt I still feel toward Em I make up for by allowing her to drink Diet Coke when we’re together.”

“The beverage industry loves my husband, but they sure don’t like what I have to say about their products.”

“Is it hard for you?” Lou asked, “the spotlight?… The constant scrutiny?”

Darlene tried to shrug off the question. “It’s gets tiring,” she confessed.

“I’ll bet.”

“We can’t be normal. For starters, most couples can have a slight argument without making the front page of the tabloids. We can’t risk a cross word or look outside of our bedroom. When we began this journey, Martin made me a promise. He said the responsibilities of the country wouldn’t eclipse his responsibilities as a father and husband. I never questioned his resolve. But now, I’ve realized my own naivety.”

“In what way?”

Darlene found herself liking the way Lou was looking at her-steady but relaxed eye contact, with no hidden agenda or preoccupying thoughts. She tried reminding herself that he had the advantage of not having to compartmentalize his life the way Martin did. But in the end, she felt unwilling to fight her attraction to the man.

“Before Martin took the oath of office,” she said, “I read everything I could about being a First Lady. There’s no provision in the Constitution for the president’s wife. No formal job description, either.”

“You were a doctor. It must have been hard for you to go from having a very clear set of guidelines to none at all. Maybe you could start doing some version of medical practice.”

“Believe it or not, I never even considered that.”

“Well, like you said, there’s no job description for what you do.”

A pleasant silence followed, which became prolonged enough to begin to feel edgy.

“Well, it’s time,” she said, clearing her throat and checking her Movado-a wedding present from Martin. “How about we go visit Dr. Humphries and see what he has to offer to untangle this conundrum.”

“Great idea.” Lou paused a beat. “Can you make another wish on the Philadelphia skyline?” he asked, eyes fixed ahead.

“Sure,” Darlene said. “Nothing in the rules of wishing says I can’t.”

“Then how about just wishing that everything becomes clear … on every level.”