Maybe all the public posturing was beginning to get boring, too. Perhaps he was spoiling for something to excite him, like a fight. He seemed tired of hearing Ivana's endless praise her subservient quality appeared to be getting to him. We are so lucky to have this life." She was desperately playing to him, but Donald said nothing in return. "I am married to the most wonderful husband.
When it was Ivana's turn to introduce herself that night, she rose quickly. And now this! Embarrassing their guests by having them make speeches, as if they were at a sales convention! ''Those phonies! That club called me and asked me if they could have my consent to use part of my beach to expand the space for their cabanas! I said, 'Of course!' Do you think if I wanted to be a member they would have turned me down? I wouldn't join that club, because they don't take blacks and Jews."Īs if Mar-a-Lago and the Trump Princess yacht were James Gatz's West Egg estate, invitations were much prized, for the local snobs loved to dine out on tales of the Trumps. ''Utter bullshit! They kiss my ass in Palm Beach," Trump told me recently. Across the road was the Bath and Tennis Club, ''the B and T," as the locals called it, and it was said that the Trumps had yet to be invited to join. The Trumps had bought Mar-a-Lago only a few months earlier, but already they had become Palm Beach curiosities.
They had become less like man and wife and more like two ambassadors from different countries, each with a separate agenda. In recent years, they never seemed to touch each other or exchange intimate remarks in public. As always, it was business with the Trumps, for that was their common purpose, the bond between them. Post's faux-Tiepolo ceiling remained in the dining room, but an immense silver bowl now rested in the center of the table, filled with plastic fruit. To her credit, Ivana still served the dinners her husband preferred, so on that warm night the guests ate beef with potatoes. Often he wore a business suit to his table his only concession to local custom was to wear a pink tie or pale shoes. To his credit, Trump had no interest in mastering the Palm Beach style of navy blazers and linen trousers. The air was redolent with the fragrance of oleander and bougainvillea, mingled with the slight smell of mildew which clung to the old house. It was balmy that night in Palm Beach Ivana wore a strapless dress. Anything seemed possible, the Trumps had grown to such stature in the golden city of New York. Ivana had had so much publicity that she now offered interviewers a press kit of flattering clips. There was talk that he might make a run for president. Trump was seen on the news shows offering his services to negotiate with the Russians. They were at the height of their ride, and it was plenty glorious.
They were posed in imperial style, as if they were a king and queen. Marjorie Merriweather Post's former dining room. Donald and Ivana Trump were seated at opposite ends of their long Sheraton table in Mrs. Really! I'm going home," one Palm Beach resident whispered to his date. ''Our custom is to go around the table after dinner and introduce ourselves to each other." Trump had seemed fidgety that night, understandably eager to move the dinner party along so that he could go to bed. We have an old custom here at Mar-a-Lago," Donald Trump was saying one night at dinner in his 118-room winter palace in Palm Beach.
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