Word: ed
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...child was put up for adoption, and Kathleen returned to school, explaining her absence as the result of having been in a car crash. She married a medical student named Richard Dolsey, with whom she had a daughter, but the couple split in 1970. Three years later, Kathleen married Ed Willey, a real estate lawyer with whom she had a son. Around 1990, moved at least in part by the death of the newborn son of her friend Julie Steele, Kathleen Willey sought the help of an agency to find the child she had given up years before. She discovered...
...daughter of a Richmond, Va., machine salesman, Kathleen had married into the old money and Virginia politics of the Willey clan. Her father-in-law, one of the state's most powerful legislators, did not approve of the match, but her husband Ed loved her. Willey spent many of her married years working on Democratic campaigns, including Chuck Robb's senatorial bid and several of Governor Douglas Wilder's campaigns. As part of the constant round of political giving and receiving, Kathleen Willey met Clinton, then Governor of Arkansas, at a 1989 Charlottesville fund raiser. At a party following...
While the family's political cachet ascended with Clinton's fortunes, its finances were caving in. In November 1993, Kathleen Willey became aware of just how bad things were--her husband owed the IRS $400,000, and he had stolen $275,000 from a client. Ed, who was also being threatened with disbarment, begged Kathleen to sign a note for the stolen amount to stave off his creditors. She reluctantly agreed but over the next two weeks hounded her husband for a plan to rescue the family. He had none. A meeting the Sunday after Thanksgiving with their children dissolved...
...until we got the warrant saying that she couldn't call us." Still, Willey's famous temper (her nickname "Irish" was on her license plate) would not be aimed at the President. Just days after he had allegedly groped her, the widow bragged to friends that he would attend Ed's funeral...
...prose of a Harlequin romance: she sees "a man in a dinner jacket with more heat than any star in the room...his height, his sleekness, his newly cropped, iron-filing hair." Forget, wrote Brown, "all the Beltway halitosis breathed upon his image...the neo-puritanism of the op-ed tumbrel drivers." Instead, say yes to the electrical, existential Now of Bill Clinton: "He is vividly in the present tense and dares you to join him there...