From the book
Election night, late.Stone Barrington sat on a sofa in the family quarters of the White House, watching the presidential race unfold on television. Things were not going as he had hoped. The race, between Katharine Lee, First Lady of the United States, and Senator Henry Carson of Virginia, seemed to be a dead heat.
Kate Lee and her husband, President Will Lee, were Stone’s friends, and he had looked forward to their invitation to spend election night in the family quarters with a couple of dozen good friends. He had not looked forward to seeing her lose the race to a cardboard cutout of a Republican senator, which was how he saw Henry Carson, known in the Lee campaign as Honk, due to a failed attempt to get the nation to think of him as a Hank, instead of a Henry. A mispronunciation by a French official had rechristened him.
Ann Keaton, the Lee deputy campaign manager, to whom Stone was very, very close, came and sat beside him.
“How do you feel about all this?” he asked Ann.
“Nauseous,” she replied.
“What’s going wrong?”
“We’re not getting the turnout our pollsters told us to expect,” she said. “Young people and independents are not voting in the numbers we had hoped. At least, that’s what our exit polling is telling us. Also, Florida is taking a hell of a long time to count. They’ve got a Republican governor, and we’re worried about hanky-panky. It could be Bush–Gore all over again. On top of that, Ohio is neck and neck.”
“The West Coast polls close in ten minutes,” Stone said. “Those states should give Kate a boost.”
“They should, yes, but California can’t put her over the top, if Florida and Ohio go the other way. This could be a very big upset.”
“Something’s happening,” Stone said, pointing at the TV. Chris Matthews and Tom Brokaw were on screen.
“Based on our own exit polling and with eighty-nine percent of the precincts reporting,” Brokaw was saying, “our desk is calling Florida for Senator Henry Carson.”
“No!!!” came a shout from around the room. “Not possible!” Senator Sam Meriwether of Georgia, Kate’s campaign manager, yelled.
“Easy, Sam,” Will Lee said. “It’s not necessarily over because a network has called it.”
“CBS has called it that way, too, but ABC is holding out,” a woman watching another TV set called.
“Fox called it for Honk half an hour ago,” somebody said.
“I regard that as encouraging,” Stone said, and everybody laughed, releasing some tension in the room.
Kate Lee emerged from the Presidential Bedroom with a coat over her shoulders. “I’d better get over to the armory,” she said. “I’m going to have to make a statement soon.”
“It’s not over yet,” her husband said.
“I hope you’re right,” Kate said, kissing him, “but I’d better be ready.” She started for the door, two Secret Service agents in tow.
“Wait a minute!” Sam Meriwether shouted. “CBS is reconsidering their call.”
Kate stopped. “Have they reversed themselves?”
“No, but they’re saying that Florida is back in the undecided column.”
“That has to be a good sign,” Ann said to Stone.
“I hope so.”
“New totals from Florida,” Sam called out. “With ninety-six percent of precincts reporting, Kate leads by...