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Harold burst in, closing the door behind hirabbing her arot it frohtened around her ar around and tellto leave y to clear my name"

She felt woozy and sick, the aftereffects of her object reading It was like a ine Harold Brodie wasn’t a charood-time playboy, she now realized He was a cad and a coward The last thing she was going to do was apologize to soo chase yourself, Harry"

Dottie and Louise pounded on the door from the other side "Evie? Evie! Open up!"

Harold let go of her areline Your father owes his business to y"

Evie threw up all over Harold Brodie

"Evie?" her father pro her back to thehead "It was nothing, Pop I’ht hell for it"

He didn’t take her to task for saying hell

At the station, her father left the engine idling long enough to see her to the platform He tipped the porter to take her trunks, and made sure they would be delivered to her uncle’s apartment in New York Evie carried only her s

"Well," her father said, glancing down at the idling convertible He passed her a ten-spot, which Evie tucked into the ribbon of her gray felt cloche "Just a little pin ood with good-byes You know that"

Evie forced a devil-may-care smile "Sure It’s jake, Pop I’m seventeen, not seven I’ll be just fine"

"Well"

They stood aardly on the wooden platform