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Unformatted text preview: o Granddaddy Fielding. No, I never really wanted to leave, she thought. She had never stayed long in any modern American city. Dallas, Houston, Los An- geles, they weren't to her taste, even though their initial cleanliness and efficiency might prove very attractive. She remembered the first time she'd seen Los Angeles as a child. What a city of wonders! But she tired of those other places quickly. And maybe the charm of Destin was that it was so very close to home. You gave up nothing to come here. She could push the pedal to the floor and see those oaks by sunset. New Orleans, city of roaches, city of decay, city of our family, and of happy, happy people. She remembered that quote from Hilaire Belloc that she'd found in her father's papers, after his death: Where e 'er the Catholic sun does shine There's music, laughter, and good red wine At least I've always found it so. Benedicamus Domino! "Let me tell you a little secret," her mother, Laura Lee, had said to her once. "If you're a tenfold Ma...
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