‘I’d specifically told the Newsweek powers-that-be that I didn’t want Washington,’ she writes. ‘So of course they put me in DC.’
Finke goes on to recall a tumultuous four days that began with her flying on Air Force One to the Augusta National golf course and then quickly returning to the White House beat because of some overseas events in Beirut. The real drama however kicked off a few days later, after that week’s issue was put to bed late:
I slept all day Monday. On Tuesday, October 25, I woke up, put on a very slick St John’s skirt suit, broke up at lunch with a married lover (who famously divorced his wife soon afterwards) and prepared to grab the DC-NY air shuttle for a quick dinner in Manhattan when I swung by the Newsweek bureau just to check in. Big Mistake.