“Jesus Christ,” I said. “Did they not give her media training?” She was so—there was no other word for it—weak. Bill needed an equal who’d act like even if he’d had affairs, so what? Because they both were sophisticated and tough and the only person he was answerable to was her and if she’d dealt with it, it was no one else’s business; hell, maybe she’d had affairs, too. The American public would not, of course, like such a woman, but that didn’t matter. He was the one running for office, and the reality was that a wife like that would probably win him sympathy votes.
