After Rumsfeld told Wentworth about an E.B. White book with an essay about dachsunds 鈥� a breed of dog they both adored 鈥� Wentworth followed in the footste[ps of her socially adept mother and bought the book. Then she went to Rumsfeld's house to deliver it. She figured Rumsfeld wasn't home, so she went to the gate and threw the book over the side, assuming it would be found by a staff member and delivered to the former secretary of state. "Within seconds I was surrounded," Wentworth writes. "The gardener, the phone repair man, and two guys in sunglasses sitting in the black Suburban, all packing heat, circled me.... I found out later that the book was whisked to McLean, Virginia, to be inspected and X-rayed."
