“So what would you be?” I asked. “His campaign manager? His fund-raiser?”
“Both, really,” Matt said. “I’d probably be the only paid person on his staff, depending on how much he raises. He’s thinking — and I agree — that a small team is best.”
“Is it something you really want to do?” I asked.
“I do,” he said. “But look — if I don’t do it, I’ll live. Honest. I don’t think Jimmy has a huge chance of winning, but you never know. It would be good experience. And it would be a reason to leave my job now. Which is probably the most appealing part.”
“You’re not stuck there,” I said. “You’ll get another job.”
“It doesn’t feel like it,” he said flatly. “But that’s not the only thing to consider. Let’s think about it for a few days.”
But I didn’t need a few days. We talked about it all that night, and the next morning I said, “I think you should do it.” Matt looked up at me surprised, and I continued. “You’ll never get to do something like this again. And it’s Jimmy.”
“Beth, are you sure? You really have to be sure. We’ll be living in Texas for almost a year. And I don’t want you to regret quitting your job.”
I thought back to the last pitch meeting we’d had, where after every story idea, Ellie had tilted her head and said, “But can you make it sexier?” I looked at Matt, and nodded my head. “I’m sure,” I said.
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When I think back to why I said I’d go, part of me blames the night we spent with the Dillons after the fund-raiser. We’d had so much fun and Matt had seemed like himself again. He’d seemed happy. And I felt desperate to hold on to that, was willing to do anything to keep him that way. Even move to Texas.
When Matt called Jimmy to tell him he’d take the job, Jimmy let out a whoop and then said, “Wait, hold on.” He put the phone on speaker and repeated the news to Ash, who started screaming. “This is going to be the best,” she yelled.
“We’ve got a lot to figure out, obviously,” Matt said, “but we’ll start working on it right away.”
“Hold on,” Ash said, “we’re going to call you right back.”
A minute later, my phone rang with a FaceTime request, and when I answered, Ash and Jimmy were crowded in my screen. I held the phone so Matt could see them, and Ash said, “Look, we’ve been talking about this. And we really want you guys to come live with us.”
“We’re asking you to uproot your life,” Jimmy said, turning the phone so we saw more of his face. “And we have tons of room. There’s no sense in having you pay for a place when you could stay here.”
“Wow,” I said, and Matt said, “That’s so generous of you guys.”
I couldn’t get a read on Matt’s voice and I wanted to turn to him, but I was aware that Jimmy and Ash were watching us. I honestly didn’t know how to feel. On the one hand, it would be so easy to move in with them — who wanted to search for an apartment and go through all of that? On the other hand, we’d be living with them, sleeping under the same roof every night.
“How about this?” Ash said. “You move in with us and try it and if you want to get your own place later on, that’s great.”
“We’ll definitely think about it,” I said. “That’s so nice of you guys.”
“It’s also nice of your husband to come and help out his poor friend,” Jimmy said. He took the phone out of Ash’s hand and held it so we saw only his face. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” Then, Jimmy paused and smiled, looked us in the eye like he was already campaigning, and said, “We’ll take Texas together.”
Sugar Land, TX 2014
Every politician should have been born an orphan and remain a bachelor.
It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first.
Chapter 14
We left for Texas on January 2, and so Babs insisted on having the whole family over for a New Year’s Day lunch. Even Meg, who’d been out late with friends the night before, was there, although she spent most of the afternoon lying on the couch, only sitting up once to ask, “So, is your apartment going to be, like, empty?” when she saw Matt giving a spare set of keys to his mom.
“No,” Matt said. “It’s going to be rented out most of the time and very much full.”
This wasn’t exactly true, but we’d found a friend of a friend who was moving to DC and looking to rent a furnished apartment for at least a few months, though we hoped he’d stay longer. I was the one who didn’t want to get rid of our apartment — it seemed more trouble than it was worth to put everything in storage, and I’d convinced Matt it made more sense to hold on to it, especially if we could rent it out part of the time. “I’m sure we’ll be back a few times during the year,” I pointed out. “And we’ll want a place to stay.”
The truth was, getting rid of the apartment seemed final, like we were leaving DC for good. And we weren’t. We’d be in Texas for eleven months at the most (less if Jimmy lost the primary) and then we’d return to DC, and surely we’d want to move right back into our place, at least at first. It made me feel calmer to think that we’d still have a home, a place that was ours, even if we weren’t living in it.
We got to the Kellys’ around one, but it was clear that Rosie had been there for hours. There was chili on the stove and corn bread in the oven and the dining room table was set. In the TV room, college football was on and there was a fire going. Matt and I each accepted a Bloody Mary from Rosie and settled on the couch. Everyone was tired and the noise level was noticeably lower than normal. All of the kids had disappeared to the basement, each holding armfuls of new Christmas toys and games. I chatted with Nellie about the dinner they’d been to the night before, but for the most part everyone just sat and watched football.
Between the fire and the Bloody Mary, I felt like I might just close my eyes and take a nap. But next to me, I could feel Matt fidgeting and checking his watch. He was anxious for this lunch to be over so we could get home and finish packing. We planned to leave by 7:00 the next morning and still had a bunch of things to do, and I knew he was already worried about getting it all done. Matt had been flying back and forth to Houston for the past couple of months and was more than ready to be settled in one place. He’d even tried to get out of the New Year’s lunch when Babs first suggested it, which (of course) didn’t go over well.
Rosie set crab dip on the table, and Meg practically flipped off the couch to get to it, sitting cross-legged on the floor so she could be within arm’s reach.
“Meg, slow down. No one else can get to the dip with you inhaling it,” Babs said.
Meg looked up and showed no sign of being offended as she said, “Whatever, I’m starving,” then went right back to eating the dip.
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As we sat down to eat, I was almost getting a little sentimental about being away from the Kellys for so long. And then Babs turned to me and said, “How will you be spending your time in Texas?” It was almost like it had just occurred to her that I’d be there too.
“Well, I’ll be helping with the campaign however I can,” I said.
“That should be interesting,” she said. “It’s not exactly your skill set though.”
“No,” I said. “Not exactly.”
“She’s going to take some time to write,” Matt said. He’d been bringing this up ever since I agreed to quit my job, and sometimes it seemed that he was more attached to the idea than I was.