Chapter 17
“Have you lost weight?” It was the question everyone asked Catherine nowadays. They meant it as a compliment, of course. Thin was in, thin was beautiful, no matter the reason. If only they knew. The investigation was proving a drain she hadn’t imagined. She tried to counter it with business as usual. There wasn’t a cause, a scheduled appearance, or a renovation at the White House, the Manhattan apartment, or Wyldewick in Old Saybrook that escaped her attention. She added a barre class and spinning to an exercise regimen that included yoga, Pilates, the treadmill, and weights. She determined to read a book a week and start a blog.
All this heightened activity began to wear on the East Wing staff. She was like a manic-depressive in a perpetual manic state.
“You need to slow dow
