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Show -72,- Feppermmr Monday was the reason. Renae had spent enough time with Barton lately to know all about him. I'm sure she knew him better than I did. I knew how he dressed, what he ate, and how much time he wasted on crossword puzzles, but that was about it. I didn't know what his favorite color was, what subject he liked in school, or even if he had a girlfriend in Ohio. I hoped he did, except I found that hard to believe. Girls in Cleveland had to be smarter than that. "Uncle William's a great guy. He looks quite a lot like Barton. He'll make a good senator-" Andrea smiled at my answer. Other than choppy sentences, I wasn't rude or sarcastic. "How would it be, an uncle that's a senator?" Tracy had joined the conversation. Tracy didn't wear makeup or giggle too much. I couldn't help but like her. "He's not a senator yet." I reminded them. "He could always lose." "I bet he'll win." Tracy jutted out her pointed chin as if she knew more about him than I did. "I still can't believe it. One of my uncles drives a taxi in Hollywood, but that's nothing like a senator. Andrea was eating and I had relaxed too. Sandra didn't seem so short or snobby and I almost forgot Tracy had been a contestant for the spring festival beauty contest. I drank a soda pop while Andrea asked Tracy all about her uncle and the movie stars he'd driven for. I kicked off my shoes and curled my toes in the expensive carpet and thought about Uncle William. I hoped he would be elected. Senators were much more impressive than taxi cab drivers. Renae bounced back in the room without any new guests. She had a tray of chili burgers that were still steaming hot. I hadn't eaten since lunch and I was hungry. I didn't have to ask Andrea if she was. She grabbed a |