Two months after her clerkship application is rejected, Hillary sees Judge Bader again. She pretends not to notice the older woman, until Judge Bader approaches her.
“Hello, Hillary,” she says warmly. “Are you enjoying the party?”
“Yes, thanks,” Hillary says, politely enough. She turns, but Judge Bader catches her wrist.
“Please, call me Ruth,” she says. “You know, Hillary, I couldn’t have any kind of informal relationship with my own clerk. It’s one of the reasons you’re better off with Judge Scott.”
Hillary looks at Judge Bader’s face, and then everything is crystal clear. She grins.
“Okay,” she says. “Ruth.”