![]() Not minding hearing a bit of gossip but refusing to enter into it, Lori shrugged.Īli did know something. “Think he’s getting it on with some woman?” Smiling, Lori swallowed a mouthful of coffee. “It’s not a good place, either.” Tracy shook her head. “You want to stay at this servo forever?” You get a bloke with money and you won’t have to work ever again.” Tracy waved one hand around to encompass the room. “You’ll never find a bloke in a place like this.” “Tell me how you really feel,” Lori said drily. “You tell me what it’s got going for it.” “I’m happy as I am.” Lori brushed a bit of pastry off the sleeve of her red jumper. “A girl needs big plans if she’s going to get away from this pit of a town.” Tracy took a bite out of the pie sitting on a small plate by her elbow. “So I’ll just marry a man who manages farms from his mansion in the city.” “Besides, marrying a farmer will require jeans and boots, not frilly dresses and high heels.” “Farmers are rich one year, dirt poor the next, depending on the weather and crops and prices,” Lori pointed out, not for the first time. “When I catch myself a rich farmer, I’ll need those clothes.” “How could you possibly need it? You have a wardrobe full of clothes you needed but hardly wear.” “No one in their right mind comes out on a night like this.” Tracy tapped the magazine.
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