Felicia returned Loren's admiring look. "Flattery from another woman is flattery indeed." She idly stirred the ice in her drink.
"It's amazing how time evaporates. How long has it been-three, maybe four years?"
"The last inaugural ball."
"I remember," Felicia said, smiling. "We went to that little dive down by the river afterward and got smashed. You were with a tall, sad-looking dude with spaniel eyes."
"Congressman Louis Carnady. He was defeated in the next election."
"Poor Louis." Felicia lit a cigarette. "My date was Hiram Lusana."
"I know."
"We parted company only last month in Africa," Felicia said as if Loren had not spoken. "I wonder if my life has been one big downer, chasing after every liberal cause that pops on stage, taking up with any stud who promises to save the human race."
Loren motioned to the waiter to bring them two more drinks. "You can't blame yourself for believing in people."
"I haven't got a hell of a lot to show for it. Every crusade I've ever joined, I screwed up."
"I don't mean to pry, but did you and Lusana have personal differences, or was it political?"
"Strictly personal," Felicia said. She felt her chest tighten as Loren circled the bait. "I no longer mattered to him. His only love was his fight. I think at first, deep inside him, there was a feeling for me, but as the struggle expanded and his pressures grew, he became distant. I know now that he had taken all he ever wanted from me. It was as though I was as expendable as one of his soldiers on the battlefield."
Loren saw the tears start to come to Felicia's eyes. "How you must hate him."
Felicia looked up, surprised. "Hate Hiram? Oh no, you don't understand. I was unfair with him. I let my own desires stand between us. I should have been patient. Perhaps when his war to give majority rule to blacks in South Africa is won, he will look upon me differently."
"I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. I know his history. Lusana uses people like the rest of us use toothpaste. He squeezes every dab and throws away the empties."
An angered frown crossed Felicia's face. "You only see in Hiram what you want to see. The good outweighs the bad."
Loren sighed and leaned back as the waiter brought their second round. "It's wrong for old friends to argue after being so long apart," she said softly. "Let's change the subject."
"I agree," Felicia said, her mood changing. "What about you, Loren? Are there any men in your life?" . "Two, at the moment."
Felicia laughed. "It's common Washington gossip: one is Phil Sawyer, the President's press secretary. Who's the other?"
"He's a director at NUMA. His name is Dirk Pitt."
"You serious about either one of them?"
"Phil is the sort you marry: loyal, true blue, sets you on a gilded pedestal and wants you to be the mother of his children."
Felicia made a face. "He sounds perfectly mundane. What about this Pitt?"
"Dirk? Sheer animal power. He makes no demands; he comes and goes like an alley cat. Dirk can never be truly owned by a woman, and yet he's always there when you need him. The lover who turns you on but won't stand still long enough for you to grow old with."
"He sounds more my type. Send him my way when the affair crashes." Felicia sipped at her drink. "It must be tricky, maintaining your political purity in front of the voters while seeing a lover on the side."
Loren's cheeks turned crimson. "It is difficult," sRe admitted. "I never was very good at intrigue."
"You could say to hell with what people think. Most women do these days."
"Most women are not members of Congress."
"The old double standard again. Congressmen can get away with anything as long as it doesn't show up on their expense account."
"Sad, but true," said Loren. "And in my case, I represent a district that is heavily rural. The voters still believe in the Sears catalogue, Coors' beer, and the Eleven Commandments."