Chapter 10
By the end of that summer, I found my heart was no longer in my work.
It was the police action—the diplomat’s term for war—that did it for me. Vietnam took all the excitement, the satisfying feeling of matching wits with our opponents, out of intelligence. Nigel watched me with sad eyes as I told him I was handing in my resignation.
“If this is what you want, darling.”
“Father is in Chevy Chase right now. I’d better give him a call and let him know I need to speak with him.”
One of the deals he was brokering must have turned out well, because he was in a very cheerful mood. “Yes, of course, come for dinner. Your mother is here.”
“You’d better ask Tony to come also.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said absently, and I hung up before he could ask why my oldest brother needed to
