Someone like me knew the power of the media and held an almost reverential fear of it.
There was a lot that Alexander was not telling me.
But perhaps asking too much would have been a mistake. I managed to restrain my nosy inner journalist and preferred to keep talking about lighter topics, until it was eleven thirty and I said goodbye to him, with the request that next time he call me at a more accessible hour so I could speak with the children and wish them Merry Christmas. I was weak, and I told him I missed them.
And he understood. He said the little ones missed me too.
That night, I couldn’t write. Nor sleep.
Just as Alexander had anticipated, the news exploded in the media.
I nearly died of fright the first time I saw it: it was during an evening edition of CNN News. They were
