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excused himself, saying he was going to the bathroom. When he came back he was even more animated than before.
Carrie shot two rolls of film, and Faith finally said she had enough for the moment.
"You were great. I really appreciate your being so open with me," Faith said, tucking her pen into her purse.
"My pleasure," Graham said.
Claudia came out of the bedroom and said good-bye with a pinched smile on her face. She hugged Carrie and said she'd see her at the cocktail party in a couple of hours. Something was definitely wrong.
Came looked at Faith's face as they waited for the elevator. Was it her imagination, or was Faith wearing a smug look, the look of someone who was about to write something terrible about a superstar? Carrie desperately wanted to prevent that, but she had no idea how to do it.
"Graham seemed . . . in a strange mood," Carrie said, trying to feel Faith out.
"You can say that again," Faith laughed, getting on the elevator. _^
Carrie bit her lower lip. "Look, I know it's none of my business, but maybe it's not a
good idea for you to write that Graham might be . . . having certain problems with, uh, with alcohol," she stammered.
Faith looked surprised. "Is that what you think? That he fell off the wagon?"
Carrie blushed. This was horrible. Maybe Faith hadn't noticed anything, in which case she might have just made the situation much worse. Or maybe she had noticed, and thought Carrie unprofessional to suggest that she omit such telling information in an expose.
"No, no, I didn't think that," Carrie said hastily.
"Because it's not that," Faith continued. The elevator arrived at Carrie's floor. "It's definitely coke," Faith said.
The elevator door opened. Still Carrie stood there, rooted to the spot.
"Coke, like cocaine?" she asked, completely shocked.
The door closed and they traveled down toward the eighth floor, where Faith's suite was located.
Faith laughed. "You really are young," she said. "Yes, cocaine. I think Graham was snorting up a few lines back there. Now
wouldn't America love to know about that?"
The elevator door opened and Faith moved briskly out into the hall.
"See you at the cocktail party later!" Faith called as the door closed on Carrie.
Carrie traveled back up to the eleventh floor in a state of shock. Could it possibly be true? Graham Perry was so vehemently against drugsЧhe'd done all those antidrug videos and public service announcements. Could he really be snorting cocaine in the middle of an interview?
And was Faith O'Connor about to ruin him completely?
"Look at this bathing suit! Can you believe this?" Sam shrieked when Carrie came into the room. "Is it totally indecent or is it totally indecent?" Sam pranced over in a thong bathing suit in peacock blue.
Carrie looked at her from behind. "It looks like it hurts," Carrie said. "And it has no back."
"I know. It's completely decadent," Sam agreed happily, checking out her reflection.
"So how did it go?" Emma asked Carrie.
"Okay, I guess," Carrie said. She wasn't
ready to talk about her conversation with Faith yet.
"You look upset, though," Emma noted.
"No, I'm just tired," Carrie said. "I think maybe I'll lie down for a few minutes before I get dressed for the cocktail party." Carrie kicked off her shoes and lay down on one of the beds. "Did you guys have fun?"
"Sam found that bathing suit in a clothing shop a few doors down from the hotel," Emma said, "and she wore it out of the store. I don't know if fun is the word I would use to describe what followed."
"Oh, come on," Sam chided, plopping down on one of the beds, "it was a riot!"
"CorrectionЧyou nearly caused a riot," Emma said. "Men of all ages followed us from the store to the beach, to the concession stand, everywhere we went. Frankly, it was embarrassing."
"Hey, I didn't make a date with a single one of them, did I?" Sam pointed out. She lay down on the bed, checking underneath one thin strap of her bathing suit for a tan line. "Hmmm, pretty good," she decided. "So, Carrie, what do I wear to the cocktail party?"
"Something that won't get you arrested,"
Emma suggested as she headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
Carrie shut her eyes. She wasn't interested in listening to Sam and Emma banter. She was really concerned about Graham, and about what Faith might say about him in her article. Maybe I should talk privately to Clavdia . . .
"Hey, Carrie, wake up!" Sam was shaking her gently.
"Huh? What?" Carrie asked foggily. Then she noticed that Sam and Emma were already dressed, and she bolted upright. "Oh God, how long did I sleep?"
"You're okay," Emma assured her. "You've got a half-hour yet. We got ready early."
"We were nervous," Sam confessed. "Do we look okay?"
Carrie shook her head to clear it and tried to focus on her friends. Emma wore a plain but extremely expensive-looking white off-the-shoulder dress, a single strand of pearls, and flat white sandals. Sam had on her new pink supershort miniskirt with matching suspenders over her neon-orange bra top, and of course her trademark red cowboy boots. Emma's blond hair was blunt-cut into
a perfect, shining bob and Sam's hair was sprayed into a mass of wild red curls. Even in Carrie's semiawake state, she had to smile at how totally different they were.
"You both look great," Carrie said. "I'd better jump in the shower. And you guys have to help meЧI have no idea what to wear!"
Emma and Sam helped Carrie decide on a simple long chiffon skirt in gold and white with a scoop-necked white sleeveless linen blouse that showed off her great bustline.
"Let me put just a little makeup on you," Sam begged.
"It makes me feel like a clown," Carrie said, making a face. She grabbed her two cameras and some extra film from the dresser.
"Well, at least you're wearing clothes that actually fit now," Sam grumbled as they walked to the elevator. She hated to be thwarted in any of her grand schemes.
"So, who is going to be at this cocktail party again?" Emma asked. It was funny that she felt nervous. After all, she'd entertained and been entertained by the world's most powerful people her entire life. She'd even been presented to the Queen of