"The empty half of my bed wouldn't attest to that, " Kate said. Samuels slid a cigar from a humidor by his chair, considered it for a moment, and then returned it. "Bad for the taste buds this close to dinner, particularly with Jocelyn's duck l'orange on the menu."
"She's a very nice woman, " Kate ventured. Samuels nodded. "Does a good job around here, " he said in an absurdly businesslike tone. "Damn good job." He paused. "I'm a direct man, Kate. Some people say too direct, but I don't give a tinker's damn about them. Suppose I get right to the business at hand."
"You mean this wasn't just a social invitation?"
Samuels was leaping to equivocate when he saw the smile in her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. "Do you zing Jared like this, too? " he asked. Kate smiled proudly and nodded. They laughed, but Kate felt no letup in the tension between them. "Kate, " he continued, "I've accomplished the things I've accomplished, gained the things I've gained, because I was brought up to believe that we are never given a wish or a dream without also being given the wherewithal to make that dream, that wish, a reality. Do you share that belief?"
Kate shrugged. "I believe there are times when it's okay to wish and try and fail."
"Perhaps, " he said thoughtfully. "Perhaps there are. Anyhow, at this stage in my life, I have two overriding dreams. Both of them involve my son and, therefore, by extension, you."
"Go on."
"Kate, I want a grandchild, hopefully more than one, and I want my son to serve in the United States Congress. Those are my dreams, and I am willing to do anything within my power to help them come to pass."
"Why? " Kate asked. "Why?"
"Yes. I understand the grandchild wish. Continuation of the family, stability for Jared's home life, new blood and new energy, that sort of thing, but why the other one?"
"Because I feel Jared would be a credit to himself, to the state, and to the country."
"So do I."
"And I think it would be a fulfilling experience for him."
"Perhaps."
Samuels hesitated before adding, "And, finally, it is a goal I held for myself and never could achieve. Do you think me horrid for wanting my son to have what I could not?"
"No, " Kate responded. "Provided it is something Jared wants, too, for reasons independent of yours."
"The time in life when a father no longer knows what is best for his son is certainly moot, isn't it?"
"Win, what you want for Jared, what you want for me, too, will always matter. But the hardest part about loving someone is letting him figure out what's best for himself, especially when you already know-or at least think you know."
"And you think I'm forcing my will on Jared?"
"You have a tremendous amount of influence on him, " she replied. "I don't think I'm giving away any great secrets by saying that." Samuels nodded thoughtfully. "Kate, " he said finally, "humor this old man and let me change the subject a bit, okay?"
Old man. Give me a break, counselor, she wanted to snap. Instead she sat forward, smiled, and simply said, "Sure."
"Why do you want to be the chief of pathology at Metro?" Kate met his gaze levelly and said silent thanks for the hours she had spent answering that question for herself. "Because it would be a fascinating experience. Because I think I could do a credible job.
Because my work-and my department-mean a great deal to me. Because I feel a person either grows or dies."
"Jared tells me you feel accepting the position will delay your being able to start your family for at least two years."
"Actually, I said one or two years, but two seems a reasonable guess."
Samuels rose slowly and walked to the window and then back to the fire.
If he was preparing to say something dramatic, she acknowledged, he was doing a laudable job of setting it up. "Kate, " he said, still staring at the fire, "when I phoned, I invited you to stay the night if you could. Are you going to be able to do that?"
"I had planned on it, yes." Actually, the invitation had been worded in a way that would have made it nearly impossible for her to refuse.
"Good. I'd like to take you for a ride after dinner. A ride and a visit.
I… I know I sound mysterious, but for the moment you'll have to indulge me. This is something I never thought I would be doing." There was a huskiness, an emotion to the man's voice that Kate had never heard before. Was he near crying? For half a minute there was silence, save for the low hiss of the fire. But when her father-in-law turned to her, his composure had returned. "Kate, " he said, as if the moment by the fire had never happened, "do you think that you are ready to handle the responsibilities of a whole department?"
She thought for a moment. "This may sound funny, but in a way it doesn't matter what I think. You see, Dr. Willoughby, the only person who knows both me and the job, thinks I can handle it. It's like becoming a doctor-or, for that matter, a lawyer. You only decide you want to do it. They-the bar or the medical examiners-decide whether or not you can and should. From then on, your only obligation is to do your best."
She paused. "Does that sound smug?"
"Not really."
"I hope not, Win. Because actually I'm scared stiff about a lot of things. I'm frightened of taking the job and I'm frightened of not taking it. I'm frightened of having children and I'm frightened of not having them. And most of all, I am frightened of having to face the dilemma of either losing my husband or losing myself."
"There are other possibilities, " Samuels said. "I know that, but I'm not sure Jared does, and to be perfectly honest, until this moment, I wasn't sure you did, either."
"There are always other possibilities, " he said with a tone that suggested he had voiced that belief before. "Kate, you know hospital politics are no different from any other kind of politics. There's power involved and there's money involved, and that means there are things like this handbill involved."
He took the garish orange flyer from his desk drawer and held it up for her to see. Kate shuddered at the sight of it. "Do you think that brilliant effort was aimed at me or at Jared? " she asked. "The truth is it makes no difference. Politics is politics. The minute you start playing the game you have enemies. If they happen to be better at the game than you are, you get buried. It's that simple."
He held up the flyer again. "My sense of this whole business-assuming, of course, that you didn't send Bobby Geary's autopsy report to the papers — is that someone is determined to keep you from becoming head of your department. If they have any kind of power, or access to power, your department could suffer dearly."
"My department?"
"Certainly. Your people end up overworked because of staffing cutbacks and outmoded equipment. Turnover is high, morale low. Quality of work drops. Sooner or later there's a mistake. You may be the best pathologist in the world, Kate, and the best-intentioned administrator, but unless you play the politics game and get past the competition to people like the Ashburton Foundation, you will end up an unhappy, harried, unfulfilled failure. And take it from me, winning that game means plenty of sacrifice. It means that if you know the competition is getting up at six, you damn well better be up at five-thirty."
"I appreciate your thoughts, " she said. "I really do. All I can say is that the final decision hasn't been made yet, and that I was hoping to work the whole thing out with Jared."
"But you have okayed submission of your name."
"Yes, " she said, averting her gaze for the first time. "Yes, I have."
Samuels turned and walked again toward the window. For a time, there was only the fire. "Say, Win, " she said, hoping to lead them in other directions, "how much do you know about the Ashburton Foundation?
" He turned back to her. "I really don't know anything. In the early days of their involvement here, my firm handled some of their correspondence with the hospital. But I haven't dealt with them in years. Why?"