Then, in one room, his eye turned toward a table with a telephone, a particularly dated European model, with an ornate receiver sitting in a fussy cradle. Walker watched as Trump turned red. Here it comes, he thought. Trump began raging, cursing, and screaming about how much he hated those phones and wanted them gone. Then he picked up the phone and, swisssshhhh, threw it across the room. It zipped past Walker and smashed into a wall. With the yacht crew sheepishly looking on, Ivana stepped in to calm him down.
