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Suddenly after 80 days of the most intensive, rough-and-tumble street campaigning that Senator Robert F. Kennedy could remember, there was nothing to do. The returns from the South Dakota primary would not be coming in until late in the day. And the California polls would not be closed until eight that night.
The beach at Malibu lay quiet in the chilly overcast, the entombing gray silence almost a welcome contrast to the incessant clatter of campaign machinery-bus, car, plane, telephones, loudspeakers.
When the senator had been offered the use of the large comfortable beachfront home belonging to Holly-wood director John Frankenheimer that Tuesday, he had accepted gratefully. Ethel and the six children on the campaign trail with him moved in the night before at the windup of the California primary.
Frankenheimer had become a fixture in the Kennedy campaign entourage shortly after the senator had declared himself a candidate for the presidency in March, although he was not officially of the group. The film director had shot thousands of feet of film during the country-wide blitz in preparation for a Kennedy documentary that might help defeat Richard M. Nixon in the fall.
