There were four or five reporters down front who traveled with Alexander's campaign, heard him say America reborn, and opened their eyes, closed their notebooks, and stood up. They were halfway down the aisle before the applause sounded. Most of the audience stood to applaud and the applause seemed heartfelt. Here and there a professor shook his head, but the overwhelming body of the audience seemed to love what it had heard.

Alexander shook hands with the college president, who had introduced him. He faced the audience for a long minute with both hands above his head, then came down the stairs at the side of the stage. Tom Cambell came behind him and I closed to his side as we went up the aisle. Outside on the steps, there were some pictures taken of Alexander holding Ronnie's hand. Then into the cars and away from the campus.

Looking back out the rear window of the car, I saw the young man and woman who had been reading on the lawn standing holding hands watching us go.

Twenty minutes later Alexander was sipping a cup of tea with milk and sugar and eating a pineapple pastry and telling several members of the Haverhill Republican Women's Club that the interference of the Internal Revenue Service with Christian schools was intolerable, as was our abandonment of Taiwan and our loss of the Panama Canal.

Ronni smiled, helped pour the tea, spoke briefly on the sacredness of the marriage bond and her conviction that her husband was all that stood between us and the arrival of the anti-Christ.

During this, Fraser circulated, keeping liaison with the local fuzz. Cambell and I tried to stay roughly on either side of Alexander. The only danger to him that I could spot were the pastries. I tried one and they tasted like something you'd swallow to avoid torture.

A smallish woman with short blond hair asked me if I was with Congressman Alexander. She wore a sensible gray suit and a corsage.

"Yes," I said.

"Well," she said, "we're all behind him up here. He's the first politician in this state to make sense since I've been voting."

"This is the only state that voted for George McGovern in 1972," I said. "You think a conservative can get elected in Massachusetts?"

"Absolutely. Massachusetts was just a little slower to come to its senses. But it has. Liberalism is bankrupt."

I was looking at her corsage. You don't see a corsage all that often, especially during the day. It was an orchid.

"Don't you love my corsage? Donald, my husband, gave it to me last night when he knew I was going to meet the congressman. I kept it in the refrigerator all night."

I smiled. "It's certainly attractive," I said.

We left the Haverhill Republican Women's Club in time to get to the Raytheon plant in Andover for the shift change. Alexander stood at the gate and shook as many hands as he could as the workers came out heading for the parking lot. More than half the workers brushed by Meade and Ronni and ignored the outstretched hands. Some others shook hands without any sign of recognition. Most of the workers were men, and most of them turned after they'd passed Ronni and looked at her. A bearded worker in a plaid cap said, "Nice ass."

As soon as the four o'clock shift had stopped admiring his wife's backside, Alexander was back in the caravan and heading for a shopping mall in Peabody.

Alexander took up a position outside a Jordan Marsh store, across from Baskin-Robbins, and shook some more hands. Fix Farrell and Abel Westin kept herding people over toward him, and Alexander shook hands and smiled, and Ronni stood beside him and smiled.

A short woman with her gray hair tightly permed asked Alexander what he planned to do about the "darks."

Alexander said, "I beg your pardon?"

She said, "The darks. What are you going to do about them? They're getting in everywhere and we're paying for it."

Alexander said, "I feel the government has no business in education."

The woman nodded triumphantly. A young woman in over-the-ankle moccasins and gold-rimmed glasses said, "You're opposed to public education. You wish to abolish it?"

Abel Westin slipped between Alexander and the young woman. He said, "That's too complex a question for a forum like this, ma'am."

"But he said the government had no business in public education."

Alexander smiled. "We're preparing a position paper on that, my dear. When it appears I think you'll be satisfied."

"Good question though," Westin said.

The young woman said, "Bullshit," and went over to Baskin-Robbins for an ice cream.

From the shopping center we went to a reception at the Colonial Hilton Inn in Lynnfield. Alexander met with the Christian Action Coalition in a function room where jug wine, cheese spread, and Wheat Thins were served from a small buffet table along one wall.

Alexander sipped a small glass of wine, nibbled a Wheat Thin, and smiled graciously at the adoration that eddied about him like steam in a soup kitchen. All the men in the room wore suits and ties, all the women wore dresses and heels. There was a liberal sprinkling of gold jewelry among the women and a fair number of expensive wristwatches among the men. As the candidate spoke with the people, there were no questions, only shared certainties.

"You know what they're buying with food stamps? Cupcakes. I saw a woman in front of me at Star Market…"

"Do you know what they were reading in my kid's English class? Girls and boys both? You ever hear of Eldridge Cleaver?"

Ronni Alexander had a glass of wine.

"As long as the private sector has to compete with the government for money, the interest rates will stay up. It's simple supply and demand…"

I noticed that Ronni Alexander had finished her wine and gotten another.

The smoke thickened in the room. Born-again Christians didn't seem to sweat lung cancer.

"… even have a Christmas pageant in school this year. Some Jew complained…"

Fix Farrell said to me, "Okay, we gotta get going. Ronni's started on the wine."

Ronni was getting her plastic cup refilled at the buffet.

Farrell muttered to Westin. "Make the fucking late announcement."

Westin said loudly above the room noise, "Excuse me, excuse me, folks."

Farrell moved over beside Alexander and whispered to him. Dale Fraser went out to get the cars brought up.

"Meade would stay here all night if we'd let him. But someone's got to be the bad guy. We have to get him to bed. So we thank you for coming, and if you'll just hold still a second, I know Meade will want to say good-bye. Then I hope you folks will stay and enjoy the wine."

Alexander stepped beside Westin and his smile freshened the thick air.

"I thank you all for coming. Remember me when it's time to vote. Listen to your conscience, and God bless."

Then he took his wife's arm. She smiled brilliantly, and with Farrell beside them and me and Cambell behind mem, they headed out of the room and toward the waiting cars. Ronni had brought her plastic cup with her. One for the road.