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"
Mr.
Kennedy
,
I
'm
so
surprised
to
see
you
.
I
know
I
've
been
a
bad
girl
,
not
keeping
up
with
old
friends
,
but
I
did
n't
know
you
were
here
in
Atlanta
.
I
thought
somebody
told
me
you
were
in
Marietta
.
"
"
I
do
business
in
Marietta
,
a
lot
of
business
,
"
he
said
.
"
Did
n't
Miss
Suellen
tell
you
I
had
settled
in
Atlanta
?
Did
n't
she
tell
you
about
my
store
?
"
Vaguely
she
had
a
memory
of
Suellen
chattering
about
Frank
and
a
store
but
she
never
paid
much
heed
to
anything
Suellen
said
.
It
had
been
sufficient
to
know
that
Frank
was
alive
and
would
some
day
take
Suellen
off
her
hands
.
"
No
,
not
a
word
,
"
she
lied
.
"
Have
you
a
store
?
How
smart
you
must
be
!
"
He
looked
a
little
hurt
at
hearing
that
Suellen
had
not
published
the
news
but
brightened
at
the
flattery
.
"
Yes
,
I
've
got
a
store
,
and
a
pretty
good
one
I
think
.
Folks
tell
me
I
'm
a
born
merchant
.
"
He
laughed
pleasedly
,
the
tittery
cackling
laugh
which
she
always
found
so
annoying
.
Conceited
old
fool
,
she
thought
.
"
Oh
,
you
could
be
a
success
at
anything
you
turned
your
hand
to
,
Mr.
Kennedy
.
But
how
on
earth
did
you
ever
get
started
with
the
store
?
When
I
saw
you
Christmas
before
last
you
said
you
did
n't
have
a
cent
in
the
world
.
"
He
cleared
his
throat
raspingly
,
clawed
at
his
whiskers
and
smiled
his
nervous
timid
smile
.
