"Mr. McCall, Mrs. Wesley Heights, the wife of Congressman Heights, is here to talk to you about publishing her book."
"Send her in. Ah, Mrs. Heights, this is indeed a pleasure. I'm terribly sorry about your husband being found guilty in the Abscam trial. I definitely believe his constitutional rights were violated."
"You know he was a lush, don't you?"
"It seems to me I did read something about that in the papers."
"They didn't really go into the sordid details. It's all here in the book.
He was smashed from morning till night. I used to have to pour a pot of coffee over his head to sober him up enough so he could attend his Congressional Prayer breakfast."
"I'm sure you don't want to talk about it, Mrs. Heights."
"Are you kidding? It's all here in Chapter One. He was a mess."
"It must have been very tough for you."
"It wasn't as tough as his playing around -- that's in Chapter Two. I swear you wouldn't believe the type of women he would drag home with him at night. They were old enough to be his mother."
"How did you put up with it?"
"That's in Chapter Three. I was determined to be a good congressional wife and pretend that nothing was wrong. It was a role the people in Wesley's district expected me to play. So I just closed my eyes when Wesley came into the house with a paramour, and closed them again when she left."
"This is all in the book?"
"You bet your life. There was this one night when I woke up and. . ."
"That's all right, Mrs. Heights, I'll read the manuscript. Does your book tell anything about how Washington works socially?"
"Of course. That's in Chapter Four. I went to this fund-raising party and someone offered me coke -- and I said I didn't do coke, and he said everyone in Washington did coke, and I wasn't a team player. So I got mad, and we went for a drive along the Potomac, and when we got back in the morning, the party was still going, and everyone was stoned."
"You paint a different picture of Washington than, let's say, Arthur Schlesinger does."
"He's never been a congressman's wife. Then, in Chapter Five, I talk to other politicians' wives, and they tell me what they've been through. This chapter tells how they have to beat off every woman in a skirt who thinks the hunting season on congressmen is 12 months long. The wives really have been through the mill and, boy, do they have stories to tell. It makes my life sound like 'The Waltons.'"
"You've done a lot of work in a short time."
"I kept a diary, and I'm a fast writer. Besides, my husband helped me fill in the gaps that he could remember."
"Then your husband knows about the book?"
"Of course. He has no objection to my writing it. He voted against ERA, but he thinks a woman should do anything she wants to, as long as it makes her happy. He made a big contribution to Chapter Six, when I tell how he took the money from the phony Arab sheiks."
"He didn't mind your writing that?"
"Au contrare, he gave me lots of good stories that aren't on the tapes, about how he stuffed the $100 bills into his socks, and stole the sheik's gold cigarette lighter when he wasn't looking."
"I must say, Mrs. Heights, this is not your ordinary Washington memoir. But it may have some interest for the reading public, particularly since it's told from a woman's point of view. I'm sure we can make a very generous offer. But I'm curious about one thing. Why did you write this book in the first place?"
"I was bored just being a congressman's wife -- and it was either this or getting a job selling real estate."