WHERE IS Monica's mother? Where is the sleek, polished blonde who became her daughter's roomie and best bud after a messy divorce?
Where is Monica's mother? Where is the pampered Beverly Hills shop-aholic cum gossip columnist who married rich not once, but twice?
Where is the woman who walked upright, chin out, into the grand jury room in February and emerged two days later, bent and clutching herself in apparent pain, broken by the questioning of Ken Starr himself?
Thus far, Marcia Lewis is little more than a few footnotes in Starr's report to Congress. Mere words from her testimony are included.
On one page, she is seen confronting Evelyn Lieberman, a Clinton gatekeeper, and complaining about her daughter's banishment to the Pentagon.
"You ruined her life on the basis of something she never did," Lewis says. When Lieberman makes no response, she walks away, only to return later to say she understood why Lieberman had done it.
Conflicted are we, mommy dearest? Uncertain whether your daughter should throw herself at a recovering adulterer who lives in the First Fish Bowl? Did you think your child was going to come out the winner in this high-stakes heavy petting?
The president, Monica's mother testifies on another page, told her daughter that he knew she "had been hurt by a lot of different men and that he would be her friend or he would help her, not hurt her."
And Monica's mother - savvy, connected, celebrity journalist - believes that? Let her daughter believe that?
Where is the tough broad who raced to her daughter's side when she was snared by FBI agents and demanded to know, "What's the big deal? So she lied and tried to convince someone else to lie?"
Where is that woman when her daughter confides her one-way sexual affair with Bill Clinton and, no doubt, spins out dreams of a post-presidential life together?
Does the worldly author, who suggested that her publisher promote her book on opera stars by intimating that she'd had an affair with one of them, ever say to her baby girl: "Honey, trust me. You can't win. Get out before it gets ugly."
Where is the woman who has offered to write her daughter's memoirs for millions? She had nothing to say that Starr found suitable for publication? Starr, who urged his hesitant staff to salt the stew with plenty of lurid detail?
Is this where the Rev. Starr draws the line - word pictures of devastated mommies on the rack, thumb-screwed into ratting out their kid's sex lives?
Marcia Lewis is also conspicuously absent from the 3,000 pages in supporting evidence released last week. What did she know and when did she know it?
Well, she knew who was calling at 2 a.m. She told her sister, Monica's aunt, that it was the president. Did she pick up the extension?
TC "Did your mother at any time try to discourage the relationship?" a grand juror asked Monica.
"Oh, yes," she said.
"Well, what kept it going?" a juror asked.
"I fell in love," she responded.
Did that make it all OK for Monica's mother? Or did she tell her daughter that love might be unrequited if you are on your knees and he is on the phone?
Where was Monica's mother?
She is missing from this door-stop of a report.
But she was missing from her daughter's life before that.
Pub Date: 9/27/98