In less than an hour Katie in her much-loved dungarees and balletslippers ordered her mother and husband to the table. And take you and your wife out to dinner when she comes down again. Not my bank, a local banker with a realistic approach declared. Yes ma'am, Iris said with Georgia-bred politeness as she closed thedoor behind her.
Last night Maisie and she had talked for almost anhour on the phone. It was as though they werereliving the awful hours after their father's death. The KKK had burned a cross on LauraHunter's front lawn because she had entertained a prominent youngcivil-rights leader and the Thompsons at her dinner table. Tropez, yetLaura sensed her sister was bored and homesick.
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