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Yes," Tracy said.
"You and Charles really haven't known each other long, have you?" Mrs. Stanhope asked.
Tracy fought back her resentment. I was right. It is going to be an inquisition.
"Long enough to know that we love each other, Mrs. Stanhope."
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It was not necessary for her to describe Charlotte. Tracy could have drawn a picture of her. Lived next door. Rich, with the same social background as Charles. All the best schools. Loved horses and won cups.
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"Where were you born, my dear?" Mrs. Stanhope asked.
"In Louisiana. My father was a mechanic." There had been no need to add that, but Tracy was unable to resist. To hell with them. She was proud of her father.
"A mechanic?"
"Yes. He started a small manufacturing plant in New Orleans and built it up into a fairly large company in its field. When father died five years ago, my mother took over the business."