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Representative Buchanan had not been well known to the citizens of New York, but it was a comment on his service in Congress that Senator Kane flew to Tennessee to attend his funeral. It is the sort of gesture that is rarely seen in politics today and is just another reason why Senator Kane is one of the most respected legislators in either house.

  Florentyna was rapidly becoming the most sought-after politician in Washington. Even the President admitted that the demands on her time weren’t running far short of his. But among the invitations that came that year, there was one she accepted with considerable pride. Harvard invited her to run for election to the Board of Overseers in the spring and to address the Graduation Day ceremony that June. Even Richard put a note in his diary to keep the day free.

  Florentyna looked up the list of those who had preceded her in this honor—from George Marshall outlining the plan to reconstruct postwar Europe to Alexander Solzhenitsyn describing the West as decadent and lacking in spiritual values.

  Florentyna spent many hours preparing her Harvard address, aware that the media traditionally gave the speech considerable coverage. She practiced paragraphs daily in front of the mirror, in the bathtub, even on the golf course with Richard. She wrote the complete text herself—in long hand—but accepted numerous amendments from Janet, Richard and Edward on its content.

  The day before she was due to deliver the speech, Florentyna had a telephone call from Sotheby’s. She listened to the head of the department and agreed to his suggestion. When they had settled on a maximum price, he said he would let her know the outcome immediately after the auction. Florentyna felt the timing could not have been better. She flew up to Boston that night, to be met at Logan Airport by an enthusiastic young undergraduate who drove her into Cambridge and dropped her off at the Faculty Club. President Bok greeted her in the foyer and congratulated her on her election to the board, and then introduced her to the other overseers, who numbered among the thirty, two Nobel Prize winners, one for literature and one for science; two ex-cabinet secretaries; an army general; a judge; an oil tycoon and two other university presidents. Florentyna sat through the meeting amused by how courteous the overseers all were to one another and she could not help but contrast their approach with that of a House committee.

  The guest room they put at her disposal brought back memories of Florentyna’s student days and she even had to phone Richard from the corridor. He was in Albany dealing with some tax problems caused by Jack Kemp, the new Republican governor of New York State.

  “I’ll be with you for the lunch,” he promised. “By the way, I see tomorrow’s speech was worthy of a mention by Dan Rather on the CBS news tonight. It had better be good if you hope to keep me from watching the Yankees on channel eleven.”

  “Just see you are in your place on time, Mr. Kane.”

  “Just you make sure it’s as good as your speech to the Vietnam Veterans of America, because I’m traveling a long way to hear you, Senator.”

  “How could I have fallen in love with you, Mr. Kane?”

  “It was, if I remember rightly, ‘Adopt an Immigrant Year,’ and we Bostonians were exhibiting our usual social consciousness.”

  “Why did it continue after the end of the year?”

  “I decided it was my duty to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  “Good decision, Mr. Kane.”

  “I wish I were with you now, Jessie.”

  “You wouldn’t if you could see the room they’ve given me. I have only a single bed, so you would be spending the night on the floor. Be on time tomorrow, because I want you to hear this speech.”

  “I will. But I must say it’s taking you a long time to convert me into a Democrat.”

  “I’ll try again tomorrow. Good night, Mr. Kane.”

  Richard was awakened the next morning by the telephone at the Albany Baron. He assumed it would be Florentyna on the line with some senatorial comment, but it turned out to be New York Air to say there would be no flights out of Albany that day because of a one-day job action by maintenance workers that was affecting every airline.

  “Christ,” said Richard, uncharacteristically, then jumped into a cold shower, where he exercised some other new words in his vocabulary. Once he was dry, he tried to get dressed while dialing the front desk. He dropped the phone and had to start again.

  “I want a rental car at the front entrance immediately,” he said, dropped the phone again and finished dressing. He then called Harvard, but they had no idea where Senator Kane was at that particular moment. He left a message explaining what had happened, ran downstairs, skipped breakfast and picked up the keys to a Ford Executive. Richard was held up in the rush-hour traffic and it took him another thirty minutes to find Route 90 East. He checked his watch: he would only have to do a steady sixty if he was going to be in Cambridge in time for the speech at two o’clock. He knew how much this one meant to Florentyna and he was determined not to be late.

  The last few days had been a nightmare: the theft in Cleveland, the kitchen walkout in San Francisco, the seizing of the hotel in Cape Town, tax problems over his mother’s estate—all happening while the price of gold was collapsing because of the civil war in South Africa. Richard tried to put all these problems out of his mind. Florentyna could always tell when he was tired or overanxious and he did not want her to be worrying about situations he knew he could remedy eventually. Richard wound the car window down to let in some fresh air.

  The rest of the weekend he was going to do nothing but sleep and play the cello; it would be the first break they had both had for over a month. No children: William would be in Boston with his own family, and Annabel in Mexico—leaving nothing more strenuous to consider than a round of golf for two whole days. He wished he didn’t feel so tired. “Damn,” he said out loud. He’d forgotten the roses—he had planned to send them to Florentyna from the airport.

  Florentyna was given two messages just before lunch. The man from Sotheby’s phoned to say that she had been successful in her bid, and a college porter delivered Richard’s news. She was delighted by the first and disappointed by the second, although she smiled at the thought that Richard would be worrying about the roses. Thanks to Sotheby’s, she now had something for him he had wanted all his life.

  Florentyna had spent the morning in the formal graduation proceedings at the Tercentenary Theater. The sight of all three networks setting up their cameras on the lawn for the afternoon ceremony had made her feel even more nervous and she hoped no one had noticed that she had eaten almost nothing at lunch.

  At one forty-five, the overseers left for the yard, where alumni reunion classes had already gathered. She thought back, to her own years…Bella…Wendy…Scott…Edward…and now she had returned, as Edward had predicted, as Senator Kane. She took her seat on the platform outside the Tercentenary Theater next to President Horner of Radcliffe and looked down at the card on the other chair beside her. It read, “Mr. Richard Kane—husband of Senator Kane.” She smiled at how much that would annoy him, and scribbled underneath, “What took you so long?” She must remember to leave the card on the mantelpiece. Florentyna knew that if Richard arrived after the ceremony had begun he would have to find a seat on the lawn. The announcement of elections, conferring of honorary degrees and reports of gifts received by the university were followed by an address from President Bok. Florentyna listened as he introduced her. She searched the rows of audience in front of her as far as she could see but was still unable to spot Richard.

  “President Horner, distinguished visitors, ladies and gentlemen. It is a great honor for me today to present one of Radcliffe’s most distinguished alumnae, a woman who has captured the imagination of the American people. Indeed, I know many of us believe that Radcliffe will one day have two presidents.” Seventeen thousand guests burst into spontaneous applause. “Ladies and gentlemen, Senator Florentyna Kane.”

  Florentyna’s throat went dry when she rose from her seat. She checked her notes as the great television lights we