"The Lincoln Bedroom. It's a rainy night outside and even chilly for April. But a fire keeps me warm. I brought the lace negligee to work in my handbag today. I knew it was going to be searched. I just smiled at the guard when he saw it. I knew he would only look and not say anything.
What's he going to say?
I am sitting up trying to keep from shaking as I examine myself on the make-up chair in front of a beautiful old fashioned mirror.
The fire. Michael had it ready for me. He's giving his speech to the nation at nine.
I long to see the President. My President at the height of his glory. Our country has never been more prosperous. He's sharing this night of triumph with me in this special place."