“You make a fool of yourself in a Catholic church, embarrass everybody at the reception, and come to the table to gloat about how wonderful you were?” “Macon…” “And sit there lying, saying you didn’t know any better?” “Anna Djvorak wasn’t the least bit—” “Anna Djvorak don’t even know your name! She called you Dr. Foster’s daughter! I bet you one hundred dollars she still don’t know your name! You by yourself ain’t nobody. You your daddy’s daughter!” “That’s so,” said Ruth in a thin but steady voice. “I certainly am my daddy’s daughter.” She smiled. Macon didn’t wait to put his fork down. He
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