Authors: Arthur Hailey
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Fiction - General, #Medical, #drugs, #Fiction-Thrillers, #General & Literary Fiction, #Thrillers
Should they have kept feeding his habit the way they did?"
"Noah was an addict, but he was still a doctor," Celia pointed out. "And
you know perfectly well, Andrew, doctors can get all the drugs they want,
one way or another. If Noah hadn't got his from detail people he'd simply
have written prescriptions, which maybe
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he did as well as getting samples." She added with some heat, "Besides,
when the medical profession does nothing about doctors who become addicts,
why should pharmaceutical companies be expected to be different?"
"A fair question," Andrew conceded, "for which I don't have an answer."
Then, in August of 1967, Celia's reassignment happened.
Preceding it, one significant event occurred near the end of 1966. Sam
Hawthorne was promoted to executive vice president, making it clear that
unless something accidental intervened, Sam would someday soon be at the
head of Felding-Roth. Thus, Celia's judgment ten years earlier when
choosing a mentor in the company seemed close to being proved correct.
It was Sam who eventually sent for her and told her with a smile, "Okay,
your O-T-C servitude is over."
Sam was now in a palatial office with a comfortable conference area, and
instead of one secretary outside his door, his new job rated two. At a
previous meeting he confided to Celia, "Damned if I know how I keep them
busy. I think they dictate letters to each other."
Now Sam announced, "I'm offering you the post of Latin-American Director
for Pharmaceutical Products. If you accept you'll operate from here,
though you'll be away a bit, with quite a lot of travel." He regarded her
interrogatively. "How would Andrew feel about that? And you about the
children?"
Without hesitation Celia answered, "We'll work it out."
Sam nodded approvingly. "I expected that was what you'd say."
The news delighted and excited her. Celia was well aware that
international business in pharmaceuticals was becoming increasingly
important. The opportunity was excellent, even better than she had hoped
for.
As if reading her mind, Sam said, "International is where the future is
for sales. So far we've barely probed beneath the surface, in Latin
America especially." He waved a hand in dismissal. "Go home now. Share
the news with Andrew. Tomorrow we'll get down to details."
Thus began five years which proved a Rubicon in Celia's career. It also,
far from making the Jordans' family life more difficult, immeasurably
enriched it. As Celia was to write later in a letter to her sister Janet,
"All of us benefited in ways we never expected.
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Andrew and I because we had more real togetherness when Andrew traveled with
me than we ever did at home, where both of us were busy with our separate
working lives. And the children gained because when they traveled too, it
enlarged their education and made their thinking international."
From the beginning, when Celia brought home the news about her new
appointment, Andrew was happy for her and supportive. He was relieved that
her time with O-T-C was over, and if he had doubts about family separations
which her new work would entail, he kept them to himself. His attitude,
like Celia's, was: We'll make it work.
Then, thinking about it more, Andrew decided he would use the opportunity
to take some time away from the pressures of medicine and travel with Celia
when he could. Andrew, now just a year away from being forty, was
determined to profit from the lesson of Noah Townsend whose breakdown, he
believed, began with overwork and too much stress. Andrew had watched other
doctors, too, become obsessed with their profession to the exclusion of all
else, to the detriment of themselves and their families.
In the medical practice he had joined as a newly qualified internist eleven
years earlier-the year before he and Celia met and were married-Andrew was
now senior partner. The second doctor, Oscar Aarons, a stocky, brisk and
bustling Canadian with a lively sense of humor, had proved to be an asset
in whom Andrew had great confidence, and he enjoyed their burgeoning
friendship. A third internist, Benton Fox, a twenty-eight-year-old with
excellent credentials, had been with them for just a month and was already
working well.
When Andrew told Celia of his intention to travel with her sometimes she
was ovedoyed; as it worked out, he went along on South American journeyings
several times a year. Occasionally, depending on school arrangements, one
or both of the children traveled too.
All of it was made easier by some fortunate arrangements at home. Winnie
AugusL their young English bousekeeper-cum-cook, having long ago abandoned
her plan to move on to Australia, and being virtually a member of the
Jordan family after seven years, was married in the spring of '67.
Incredibly, her husband's last name was March. As Winnie put it, "If it 'ad
to be another month, I should be glad it ain't December."
When Andrew learned that Hank March, a likable, energetic
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man who worked at various outdoor jobs, was looking for steady employment,
he offered him a post as chauffeur-gardener and general handyman. Since
live-in accommodation would be included, the offer was accepted with
appreciation from both Winnie and Hank. For his part, Andrew continued to be
grateful for Celia's foresight in insisting, shortly after their marriage,
that they buy a large house.
Within a short time Hank seemed as indispensable as his wife, now Winme
March.
Thus Andrew and Celia could leave home, with or without the children,
confident their interests would be taken care of in their absence.
_- One note of family sadness intruded at this time. Celia's mother,
Mildred, died of respiratory failure after a severe asthma attack. She was
sixty-one.
Her mother's death affected Celia greatly. Despite the strength and support
of Andrew and the children, she experienced a sense of "aloneness" which
persisted long afterward, though the feeling, Andrew assured her, was
entirely normal.
"I've seen it happen in patients," he said. "The death of a second parent
is like severing an umbilical cord to our past. No matter how much we grow
up, while at least one parent is alive there's always a sense of having
someone to fall back on. When both are gone, we know we are truly on our
own."
Celia's younger sister, Janet, flew to Philadelphia for the funeral, though
leaving her busy oilman husband and their two small children in the Middle
East. Afterward, Janet and Celia had a few days together in Morristown,
each promising they would try to make mutual visits more frequently in
future.
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The sights and sounds of faraway places fascinated Andrew. While Celia
transacted her Latin-American business with regional functionaries at
outposts of Felding-Roth, he explored the offbeat intricacies of foreign
cities or savored scenes of rural life outside. The Parque Co16n of Buenos
Aires became familiar, as did great herds of grazing cattle on the Argentine
pampas. So did Colombia's Bogotd, surrounded by mountain grandeur, where
downward-sloping streets, the calles, carried streams of icy water from the
Andes, and ancient mule carts jousted with modem autos for a share of space.
In Costa Rica, Andrew came to know the Meseta Central, the country's
heartland and, beyond it, dense broadleaf forests where mahogany and cedar
grew. From Montevideo's narrow, congested Old City streets there were
journeys into Uruguay's valleys, the air fragrant with the scent of verbena
and aromatic shrubs. There was Brazil's dynamic Sdo Paulo city, on the edge
of the Great Escarpment and, behind it, wide grassy plains with rich
red-purple earth, the terra roxa.
When the children were traveling, Andrew took them along on his
explorations. At other times he reconnoitered, then Celia joined him when
her work permitted.
One of Andrew's pleasures was bargaining in native shops and making
purchases. The drugstore"roguerias---often with their wares crowded into
tiny spaces, fascinated him. He talked with pharmacists and occasionally
managed to hold conversations with local doctors. He already had a
smattering of Spanish and Portuguese and his use of both languages improved
with practice. Celia was learning the languages too; at times they helped
each other.
Despite it all, not every trip was a success. Celia worked hard. Sometimes,
trying to solve local problems against an unfamiliar background was a
strain. The result was tiredness and normal human frictions ~vhich led, on
one occasion, to the fiercest, most bitter
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fight of Andrew and Celia's marriage, a collision of wills and viewpoints
they were unlikely to forget.
It happened in Ecuador and, like most husband-and-wife quarrels, this one
started off low-key.
They were staying, with Lisa and Bruce, in the capital, Quito, a high
mountain city in a cupped palm of the Andes, and a place of vicious
contrasts-mostly between religion and reality. On the one hand was a
profusion of ornate churches and monasteries with golden altars, carved
choir stalls, crucifixes of silver and ivory, and monstrances vulgar with
encrusted jewels. On the other was dirty, barefoot poverty and a
peasantry undoubtedly the poorest on the continent with wages-for those
lucky enough to find work--of some ten cents a day.
Also in contrast to the poverty was the Hotel Quito, an excellent
hostelry in which the Jordan family had a suite. It was to the suite that
Celia returned in the early evening, after a generally frustrating day
spent with the Felding-Roth gerente loca4 Sefior Antonio Jos~ Moreno.
Moreno, fat and complacent, had made clear that any visit by a head
office functionary was not only an unwelcome intrusion on his territory,
but an affront to his personal competence. Moreover, whenever Celia
suggested changes in procedures, he had given her what she now knew to
be a standard Latin-American response, "En este pals, asi se hace,
Sefiora. " When Celia suggested that an attitude of "In this country that
is how it is done" could sanctify inefficiency and sometimes be
unethical, she was met by the same bland rejoinder and a shrug.
One of Celia's concerns was the inadequate information being given to
Ecuadorian physicians about Felding-Roth drugs, in particular their
possible side effects. When she pointed this out, Moreno argued, "The
other companies do it like this. So do we. To say too much about things
which perhaps are not going to happen would be perjudicial to us."
While Celia had authority to issue orders, she knew that Moreno, as the
man on the spot and a successful sales entrepreneur, would interpret
the,.n later-aided by, differences of language-as he chose.
Now, in the hotel suite living room, her frustrations still seething, she
asked Andrew, "Where are the children?"
"In bed and asleep," he answered. "They decided to go early. We had a
grueling day."