His aide and his bodyguard were surprised when he told them to wait, too. Outside the terminal, Aurelia sat in the station wagon. Gary had suggested that she not get out. No point in letting anyone snap a photo of the two of them hugging. She knew what he meant. There had always been these stories that the Hilliman heir preferred black women. Some people even whispered that he was the man Mona had married in Chicago in 1959 and divorced a year or two later, the unnamed father of her twins. A gossip reporter had once made it as far as the Cook County clerk’s office but found no records—a clear case of conspiracy! Meanwhile, Gary had married a famous actress, fathered a quick child, and divorced her. It was as if he was establishing a role. He was forty, and filthy rich, and intended, he had told Mona—who had told Aurie—never to marry again. If Gary Fatek had a current sex life, nobody knew about it. Aurelia had given up trying to figure him out. His politics had whirled 180 degrees.
