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our affairs without your constant worry, Laura,” she said.
She took a slow sip of her drink, leaving a faint pink mark on the crystal rim.
“The head table will be reserved for those who carry the family name,” she said.
“The girls and I carry the name,” I said.
Diane smiled, a thin, polite movement of her lips that did not reach her eyes.
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