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Show Woodworth/57 In the meantime, It's ok. I mean, it's free room and board, nice places to walk, tennis courts." "You have a tennis court?" "No. My parents belong to a country club. But the people next door have a pool." He looks at her, arches his eyebrows. "A rich kid, huh?" "Huh-un. Not really." "Private school, dancing lessons, the whole bit?" She nods stiffly, seeing that he is amused, teasing her, enjoying her embarrassment. "Country clubs, and your own horse in the back yard?" "I never had a horse." "Mummie and Daddy didn't want to spoil you, huh?" "Look, cut it out. I can't help it if my parents have money." "Class. I like a woman with class." He reaches out and touches her hair. She jerks her head, raises her hand to slap his fingers away- "Quit it." Suddenly, she's sure he's married, and pictures his wife, popular in high school, now sitting at home with a baby she doesn't want. She wonders when Rachael is going to turn around, so they can get out of this dank place, away from this guy. "I'm sorry," he says. She hears that deference again, and looks at him. Something re-assuring about those eyes, trusting. "I was just kidding you. Really." "It's ok. I just get tired of being stereotyped is all." "Boy, I know what you mean on that one." He turns to his drink, refills his glass and hers. "You should try being a sales rep. People have all these ideas of slimey bastards, trying t» gft# *i»m *©\ spend more money than they should on things |