let himself into the bedroom and found his boss looking weak and
shockingly emaciated. "You should take Christina's advice and go
to the American Hospital in Paris," the attorney suggested.
want me to go die in Paris?" Onassis asked. "I'm either going to
die here or in Paris. It doesn't make any difference."
protested that he was being foolish and would soon be well again.
Onassis, ever the negotiator, spied the prospect of a deal and brightened.
"What are you going to give me if I go to Paris?" he asked his aide.
"Do you hear my daughter crying outside? I want your word on my
death bed that, if I go to Paris, you will promise me that you'll
stay with Christina until the bitter end, whatever she does to make
it difficult for you. Is it a deal?"
nodded his assent and Onassis told him to call his daughter inside.
She came in weeping. Onassis took her hand and that of his employee
and said, "Chryso mou (my treasure), Stelios will look after you
no matter what you do to him, so try not to be too hard on him."
All the suicide attempts, rash love affairs and impetuous decisions
that had marked Christina's tumultuous young life couldn't have
been far from his thoughts.
only one who still believed her father could be cured, Christina
nodded, relieved that he was giving in to her pleadings.
looked at Stelios and said, "From now on, Christina is your sister.
Now bend to kiss me."
press had gathered like carrion birds outside the villa. Papadimitriou
and Christina helped the invalid down the stairs to the side door
where his car had pulled up. His sister Artemis draped a coat over
his shoulders against the damp winter chill. Waiting in the back
seat of the car was his wife, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.