When BeBe was finally cleared to enter the Barton suite she told them all so—Roger, Mags, and any of the Secret Service who cared to listen.“I left your wife in the bar, Roger,” she said. “I am sick of her treating me like a second-class citizen. All these years I put up with it because I found it mildly amusing. Now I find it a great pain in the ass. I have every right to be here with my family. And if she doesn’t like it, she can go to hell.”They stood there, staring at her.“What?” BeBe asked. “You never thought I’d get pissed? You never thought it bothered me that Evelyn—and my father—made it quite clear I was not welcome to show my face as the candidate’s sister-in-law? Well, it’s bullshit, and it’s going to stop. As of right now.”Mags stepped forward. “Aunt BeBe, we never thought you shouldn’t be here …”“No, honey, I know you didn’t. It’s your charming Aunt Evelyn as much as it was your grandfather. Isn’t that right, Roger?”Roger closed his eyes.
