Cindy McCain and I are relaxing in the sitting room of her delightful San Diego home when I ask her if the allegations she was called a trollop by John were true?
"When John came back from Vietnam his wife was very different following the horrific car accident she suffered. But John suffered too; as he said at the time, 'there's no way I'm fucking that ugly cripple ,'" Cindy remembers.
"So I was there for him, if you know what I mean," she smiles and her eyes twinkle, "and so that's how I got the nickname!"
John McCain, 93, was not at home for the interview but Cindy claims they often laugh when they recount the story together.
"Once a trollop always a trollop!" Cindy mimics John.
"That is a great impression of your husband," I exclaim "you've even got the drooling down!"
"No, that's just the Vicodin!'
We laugh and laugh and enjoy a lovely time together until I get up to bid my reluctant farewells. As I am thanking her for her hospitality I remember my other question,
"So we've established the trollop story, but is the story about John calling you a cunt true?" I question.
"Yes, it's true. He calls me that all the time."
"But why?" I ask.
" 'Cause I don't sleep with John but I still fuck his vegetable ex-wife!"