THE SKY IS FALLING BY SIDNEY SHELDON

“Certainly. This way, Kemal.”

Kemal looked at Dana beseechingly, then turned and followed Becky out the door.

“I want to explain about Kemal,” Dana began. “He—”

Mrs. Trott said, “You don’t have to, Miss Evans. Elliot Cromwell told me about the situation and about Kemal’s background. I understand he’s been through more than any child should ever have to go through, and we’re prepared to make allowances for that.”

“Thank you,” Dana said.

“I have a transcript of his grades from Theodore Roosevelt Middle School. We’re going to see if we can’t better them.”

Dana nodded. “Kemal’s a very bright boy.”

“I’m sure he is. His grades in math prove that. We’re going to try to give him an incentive to excel in all his other subjects.”

“The fact that he has only one arm is very traumatic for him,” Dana said. “I hope to be able to solve that.”

Mrs. Trott nodded understandingly. “Of course.”

When Kemal was through with his tour of the school and he and Dana were walking back to the car, Dana said, “I know you’re going to like it here.”

Kemal was silent.

“It’s a beautiful school, isn’t it?”

Kemal said, “It sucks.”

Dana stopped. “Why?”

Kemal’s voice was choked. “They have tennis courts and a football field and I can’t—” His eyes filled with tears.

Dana wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry, darling.” And she thought to herself, I’ve got to do something about this.

The dinner party at the Hudsons’ on Saturday night was a glamorous, black-tie affair. The beautiful rooms were filled with the movers and shakers of the nation’s capital, including the Secretary of Defense, several members of Congress, the head of the Federal Reserve, and the ambassador from Germany.

Roger and Pamela were standing at the door when Dana and Jeff arrived. Dana introduced Jeff.

“I enjoy your sports column and broadcasts,” Roger Hudson said.

“Thank you.”

Pamela said, “Let me introduce you to some of our guests.”

Many of the faces were familiar, and the greetings were cordial. It seemed that most of the guests were fans of either Dana or Jeff or both of them.

When they were alone for a moment, Dana said, “My God. The guest list here reads like Who’s Who.”

Jeff took her hand. “You’re the biggest celebrity here, darling.”

“No way,” Dana said. “I’m just—”

At that moment, Dana saw General Victor Booster and Jack Stone heading toward them.

“Good evening, General,” Dana said.

Booster looked at her and said rudely, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Dana flushed.

“This is a social evening,” the general snapped. “I didn’t know the media was invited.”

Jeff looked at General Booster, furious. “Hold it!” he said. “We have as much right—”

Victor Booster ignored him. He leaned close to Dana. “Remember what I promised you if you go looking for trouble.” He walked away.

Jeff looked after him disbelievingly. “Jesus. What was that all about?”

Jack Stone stood there, red-faced. “I’m—I’m terribly sorry. The general gets that way sometimes. He isn’t always tactful.”

“We noticed,” Jeff said icily.

The dinner itself was fantastic. In front of each couple was a beautifully handwritten menu:

Russian blini with beluga caviar and light vodka cream cheese

Ambassador pheasant broth with white truffle essence and green asparagus

Bismarck foie gras with Boston lettuce, peppercorns, and Xeres vinegar dressing

Maine lobster thermidor glazed with Mornay champagne sauce

Fillet of beef Wellington with roasted potato Orloff and sautéed vegetables

Warm chocolate soufflé with orange zest liqueur and chocolate morsels, served with nougatine sauce

It was a Lucullan banquet.

To Dana’s surprise, she found that she had been seated next to Roger Hudson. Pamela’s doing, she thought.

“Pamela mentioned that Kemal is enrolled in the Lincoln Preparatory School.”

Dana smiled. “Yes. Elliot Cromwell arranged it. He’s a remarkable man.”

Roger Hudson nodded. “So I’ve heard.”

He hesitated a moment. “This may mean nothing, but it seems that shortly before Taylor Winthrop became our ambassador to Russia, he told close friends that he had definitely retired from public life.”

Dana frowned. “And then he accepted the ambassadorship to Russia?”

“Yes.”

Strange.

On the way home, Jeff asked Dana, “What did you do to make such a fan of General Booster?”

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