“She looked radiant, and we hugged hard and laughed as we always had. I held her at arm's length and studied the new Hillary. She was a new Hillary, of course. New hair; new makeup; new more fashionable clothes. Vince and I had noticed the incremental changes during the campaign-first on magazine covers, and then in person on the rare times she would pop into town and call to meet us for our traditional lunch getaways. During those lunches, we didn't quite know what to make of the differences in her. She looked beautiful, of course, but we kidded her about when she'd first come to the Rose firm with her frizzy hair, dowdy clothes, no makeup, and Coke-bottle glasses. Soon she started representing a jewelry sales company, a group made up primarily of very down-home southern women with elaborate beehive hairdos. Hillary won their lawsuit, and the beehive ladies revered her as their hero. Every one of them volunteered to give her a makeover. Even then, Vince and I kidded her about it. She said she loved those ladies but didn't want to look like them. Today, she looked like something out of a New York fashion magazine. Her happy laugh told me she was enjoying it. I pulled her close and hugged her again.”
“Friends in High Places” by Webb Hubbell
