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〃How good？〃
He ceremoniously dipped chow mein from the container onto both plates； then ripped open the tiny packages of soy sauce。 She waited for an answer。 He opened another container and began dividing the egg foo yung。 He sipped his wine and smacked his lips。
〃How much？〃 she repeated。
〃More than Chicago。 More than Wall Street。〃
She took a long； deliberate drink of wine and eyed him suspiciously。 Her brown eyes narrowed and glowed。 The eyebrows lowered and the forehead wrinkled。 She waited。
〃How much？〃
〃Eighty thousand； first year； plus bonuses。 Eighty…five； second year； plus bonuses。〃 He said this nonchalantly while studying the celery bits in the chow mein。
〃Eighty thousand；〃 she repeated。
〃Eighty thousand； babe。 Eighty thousand bucks in Memphis； Tennessee； is about the same as a hundred and twenty thousand bucks in New York。〃
〃Who wants New York？〃 she asked。
〃Plus a low…interest mortgage loan。〃
That word…mortgage…had not been uttered in the apartment in a long time。 In fact； she could not； at the moment； recall the last discussion about a home or anything related to one。 For months now it had been accepted that they would rent some place until some distant； unimaginable point in the future when they achieved affluence and would then qualify for a large mortgage。
She sat her glass of wine on the table and said matter…of…factly； 〃I didn't hear that。〃
〃A low…interest mortgage loan。 loans enough money to buy a house。 It's very important to these guys that their associates look prosperous； so they give us the money at a much lower rate。〃
〃You mean as in a home； with grass around it and shrubs？〃
〃Yep。 Not some overpriced apartment in Manhattan； but a three…bedroom house in the suburbs with a driveway and a two…car garage where we can park the BMW。〃
The reaction was delayed by a second or two； but she finally said； 〃BMW？ Whose BMW？〃
〃Ours； babe。 Our BMW。 leases a new one and gives us the keys。 It's sort of like a signing bonus for a first…round draft pick。 It's worth another five thousand a year。 We pick the color； of course。 I think black would be nice。 What do you think？〃
〃No more clunkers。 No more leftovers。 No more hand…me…downs；〃 she said as she slowly shook her head。
He crunched on a mouthful of noodles and smiled at her。 She was dreaming； he could tell； probably of furniture； and wallpaper； and perhaps a pool before too long。 And babies； little dark…eyed children with light brown hair。
〃And there are some other benefits to be discussed later。〃
〃I don't understand； Mitch。 Why are they so generous？〃
〃I asked that question。 They're very selective； and they take a lot of pride in paying top dollar。 They go for the best and don't mind shelling out the bucks。 Their turnover rate is zero。 Plus； I think it costs more to entice the top people to Memphis。〃
〃It would be closer to home；〃 she said without looking at him。
〃I don't have a home。 It would be closer to your parents； and that worries me。〃
She deflected this； as she did most of his ments about her family。 〃You'd be closer to Ray。〃
He nodded； bit into an egg roll and imagined her parents' first visit； that sweet moment when they pulled into the driveway in their well…used Cadillac and stared in shock at the new French colonial with two new cars in the garage。 They would burn with envy and wonder how the poor kid with no family and no status could afford all this at twenty…five and fresh out of law school。 They would force painful smiles and ment on how nice everything was； and before long Mr。 Sutherland would break down and ask how much the house cost and Mitch would tell him to mind his own business； and it would drive the old man crazy。 They'd leave after a short visit and return to Kentucky； where all their friends would hear how great the daughter and the son…in…law were doing down in Memphis。 Abby would be sorry they couldn't get along but wouldn't say much。 From the start they had treated him like a leper。 He was so unworthy they had boycotted the small wedding。
〃Have you ever been to Memphis？〃 he asked。
〃Once when I was a little girl。 Some kind of convention； for the church。 All I remember is the river。〃
〃They want us to visit。〃
〃Us！ You mean I'm invited？〃
〃Yes。 They insist on you ing。〃
〃When？〃
〃Couple of weeks。 They'll fly us down Thursday afternoon for the weekend。〃
〃I like this firm already。〃
2
THE FIVE…STORY building had been built a hundred years earlier by a cotton merchant and his sons after the Reconstruction； during the revival of cotton trading in Memphis。 It sat in the middle of Cotton Row on Front Street near the river。 Through its halls and doors and across its desks； millions of bales of cotton had been purchased from the Mississippi and Arkansas deltas and sold around the world。 Deserted； neglected； then renovated time and again since the first war； it had been purchased for good in 1951 by an aggressive tax lawyer named Anthony Bendini。 He renovated it yet again and began filling it with lawyers。 He renamed it the Bendini Building。
He pampered the building； indulged it； coddled it； each year adding another layer of luxury to his landmark。 He fortified it； sealing doors and windows and hiring armed guards to protect it and its occupants。 He added elevators； electronic surveillance； security codes； closed…circuit television； a weight room； a steam room； locker rooms and a partners' dining room on the fifth floor with a captivating view of the river。
In twenty years he built the richest law firm in Memphis； and； indisputably； the quietest。 Secrecy was his passion。 Every associate hired by was indoctrinated in the evils of the loose tongue。 Everything was confidential。 Salaries； perks； advancement and； most especially； clients。 Divulging firm business； the young associates were warned； could delay the awarding of the holy grail…a partnership。 Nothing left the fortress on Front Street。 Wives were told not to ask； or were lied to。 The associates were expected to work hard； keep quiet and spend their healthy paychecks。 They did； without exception。
With forty…one lawyers； was the fourth largest in Memphis。 Its members did not advertise or seek publicity。 They were clannish and did not fraternize with other lawyers。 Their wives played tennis and bridge and shopped among themselves。 Bendini； Lambert & Locke was a big family； of sorts。 A rather rich family。
At 10 A。M。 on a Friday； limo stopped on Front Street and Mr。 Mitchell Y。 McDeere emerged。 He politely thanked the driver； and watched the vehicle as it drove away。 His first limo ride。 He stood on the sidewalk next to a streetlight and admired the quaint； picturesque； yet somehow imposing home of the quiet Bendini firm。 It was a far cry from the gargantuan steel…and…glass erections inhabited by New York's finest or the enormous cylinder he had visited in Chicago。 But he instantly knew he would like it。 It was less pretentious。 It was more like himself。
Lamar Quin walked through the front door and down the steps。 He yelled at Mitch and waved him over。 He had met them at the airport the night before an