The dilemma for the rest of the party is this: Do they want to stand with Cathie Adams and her ilk?
For the sake of our novel experiment in broad-based multiracial democracy, I hope they reject the Cathie Adamses of their party.
“O BACKS CATHIE,” the headline read, splitting front-page real estate with Kate Middleton.
"You oughtn't to see any eyes but mine, Cathie dear," with anxious playfulness.
“Cathie—Cathie, wait,” but again Cathie beat her on a swift run down the avenue.
“I am glad to see you, Cathie,” said Mrs. Fisher heartily, taking her cold hand.
There were Alexia and Cathie, coming toward them arm in arm.
If Aunt Cathie was the stepping-stone which groaned beneath my feet, what of that?
