Sequestered with his closest advisors, the president had been in meetings which had taken him into the night. Mimi – who was a mistress of the president – had tired of waiting and went to bed. In Kennedy’s bed. A place where she had slept many nights before.
He took me in his arms for a long embrace and said, “I wish you were coming with me to Texas.” And then he added, “I’ll call you when I get back.”I was overcome with a sudden sadness. “Remember, Mr. President, I’m getting married,” I said.“I know that,” he said, and shrugged. “But I’ll call you anyway.”Then I said goodbye, hopped in a cab, and took the train home to New Jersey.I was hoping that the President was coming around to the fact that our relationship was shifting to new terrain because of my marriage. I’d determined to tell him in Texas that this trip with him would be my last. On the other hand, I was a little disappointed that I’d been dropped from the roster. But I understood why: Mrs. Kennedy had decided to go to Dallas with her husband.
If that anecdote is true, for me, it proves why this was a book worth writing. The insight that she has with Kennedy is priceless.Keep in mind that it’s not as if Alford came out of the woodwork to write this book. She had already been outed as being one of the president’s mistresses almost a decade ago.I highly recommend Once Upon a Secret. The book is a fantastically written page turner that vividly captures the most defining moments of the early 1960s. It is well organized, and with each page, as Alford gets to tell her side of the story and share her experiences, it has a liberating affect.Again, I certainly don’t condone the affair that her and the president had, but I also struggle to dwell too much on events that happened a half century ago.