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.” Allen offered her his best smile, easing into his role as host; he might have owned the dining car.“He’s two cars back, reading the fine print on a balance sheet.The Vatican likes its money nice and safe at night.Here, let me get the chair.How’s the lovely Sophie?”“She’s with her nanny, Charlene.How are Clover and the children?” Eleanor asked, settling herself.“Fine, fine,” Allen said, waving his hand vaguely.“Waiter, may we have another glass, please?”“What’s wrong? Now I look at you, you look red in the face.”“I am red in the face.Letters section.There.Second column.”Eleanor nodded in agreement.“I saw it too.That’s what he believes, Allen, you know that.”“Some hashed-up mysticism.That’s all I can get out of him,” Allen said, chewing at his consonants.Allen slapped the newspaper with the flat of his hand.“What’s with our dear brother? Even the housekeeper at the Berlin embassy can see what Foster can’t—Hitler won’t stop.Foster’s gone too far this time.” He flicked the edge of the newspaper page in annoyance.“I’m going to write the Times myself.”“It can’t be good for your law practice, to see you two going at each other in public, hammer and tongs.”Allen had gone deaf.He stared out the window at the evergreen gloom of the Finger Lakes hills at sundown.“Worst is, Foster’s driving the other partners to distraction every time he writes the Times.Then I get it.They twist my arm.Seligman, Seabrook—Dean’s ready to throw him out the window.” Allen stopped and rubbed his eyes.“‘Can’t you talk to him?’ they say.‘Can’t you get him to tone it down a bit?’”“You’re brothers,” Eleanor reminded him.“You’d both better think about all the Thanksgivings, all the family Christmases, the baptisms and the weddings and the funerals that lie ahead.For all of us.What would Mother say? So public, Allen.”“I won’t be pushed around like some office boy.” He looked straight at Eleanor for the first time.“How are you, sis? Have the Reds at Social Security made a convert of you yet? Ready for Moscow, commissariat of pensions?”Eleanor marked Allen’s abrupt changes: they meant fresh weather and stiff crosswinds.“Fine, thanks.It’s mostly econometrics, but I’ve always liked numbers, making sense of them.And I’m doing some good.All in all, a good thing.”“You like the people?” Allen asked abstractly.“At State, I liked the people.Best thing about the place, really.”“I do.Yes.All different kinds.We’re a good mix.I’m happy.”Allen was staring over her shoulder.A woman, Eleanor guessed.She glanced back quickly and saw a sleek, dark-haired woman in a mesh hat and gloves, dining alone.Eleanor tried a different tack.“I crossed paths with your client the Baron, Kurt von Schröder.”“Yes,” Allen replied, still staring.“I’m on a board with him and Prescott Bush.A bank.Schröder’s one hard man.Don’t let that title of his fool you.” Eleanor waited him out; he drew himself back to her.“I was in Rome last month.”“I see.”“Yes, meeting with Monsignor Sommer.He’s number three in the Vatican financial operation—he’s good, knows the angles, knows the politics.Outdoorsy kind of fellow, hiker, skier.I like him.Solid businessman.”Eleanor clinked her glass against his.“Maybe I should ask this monsignor to pray for you and Foster.”He was staring again.“Pardon? What did you say?”“Maybe I should ask him to pray for you two.For peace at Sullivan and Cromwell.”“Save that for Foster,” Allen said, his voice flat.“He’s the one who needs to talk to God.”“And you a parson’s son.My, my.Times have changed.” He wasn’t there anymore.How quickly he turns it all in, Eleanor marveled.“Allen.It’s me,” she reminded him.His voice was far away.“You know, I’m supposed to be successful, aren’t I? But whichever way I turn, I’m still eating Foster’s dust.It’s why I travel so much.Gets me away.”“Allen, you’re doing fine.Foster had a ten-year head start—you went from a diplomat’s desk to Wall Street out of night school law.That’s saying something.”“The only thing I’ve ever really loved was skulking around Bern.Those two years I really did something useful.Wall Street lawyering isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”“We all wanted to be secretary of state, Allie.Not just you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]