Far From True
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978-1-4091-4651-3

Homey sounds of clinking china were coming from the direction of the kitchen. Hurriedly, Sylvie replaced the picture so that it was behind the lamp. She remembered that the caption had read: "Sylvie Cassidy the popular D.A.'s wife/On her way to Washington?" Well, here she was in Washington, and her husband had already been reselected to the Senate. She knew that his brother Ron was already hard at work so that Tim would get his party's nomination at the convention, and Tim himself never ceased to remind her that she must never do or say anything that would reflect poorly upon a prospective First Lady. She must act as though she had already attained that exalted height, and that way there would be no problems. But at this moment Sylvie felt very far from being a First Lady. In fact, she was acutely aware of the fact that she was not. Some of her old insecurity that she had known in the early days returned to her as she thought anxiously that perhaps she would not make a good President's wife after all. She had been doing just fine so far, true, and there wasn't a Washington hostess who did not vie for her presence at the numerous teas and parties that took place in and around Washington ...