Tully had been hired as a general assignment reporter, which meant that she was assigned bits and pieces on other people’s stories. At some point, if she was lucky, she’d get to cover a story the big correspondents wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole—the biggest pumpkin in the state of Indiana or something equally relevant. And she couldn’t wait. When she’d paid her dues, she’d get a real story to cover, and when she finally got that break, she’d knock it out of the park. Truthfully, when she watched people like Pauley and Bryant Gumbel, she knew how far she had to go. They were gods in her eyes, and she spent every spare minute watching how they did their jobs. At home, she analyzed the broadcasts, recording each one on her videotapes and playing and replaying them.

By the fall of 1989, she’d found her groove and begun to feel less like a cub reporter and more like a young woman poised to make her mark. Last month she’d gotten her first honest-to-God assignment: she’d flown to Arkansas to report on a prize-winning hog. The story never actually made it on air, but she’d done her job and done it well, and she’d learned a lot that trip.

She would have learned more in the studio, she was certain, if the morning show hadn’t been in such upheaval. There was a war going on on-set and the whole country knew about it. Last week they’d taken a new publicity photo and Deborah Norville, the host of the early, early show had been on the couch with Jane and Bryant. That one picture sent shockwaves through the network and indeed the country. One article after another appeared; they all claimed that Norville was pushing Pauley out.

Tully kept her head down and stayed away from the gossip. No rumor mill was going to upset her chances for success. Instead, she kept the focus on her job. If she worked harder than anyone else, she might get a replacement shot on the early, early show, NBC News at Sunrise. From there, she was sure she’d someday get a crack at the Today news nook, and from there, the world would be her oyster.

Eighteen hour workdays didn’t leave her much time for a personal life but she still had Katie, even with all the miles between them. They spoke at least twice a week, and every Sunday Tully called Mrs. M. She told them both stories about work pressures and celebrity sightings and life in Manhattan; they responded with details about the new house Kate and Johnny had bought, the trip Mr. and Mrs. M. had planned for the spring, and—best of all—the news that Kate was pregnant again and it was going well.