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ars in a trust fund for college。 It's a lot of fun。〃
〃Sounds like a big fraternity。〃
〃It's more like a big family。 Our social life revolves around ； and that's important because none of us are from Memphis。 We're all transplants。〃
〃That's nice； but I don't want anyone telling me when to work and when to quit and when to have children。〃
〃Don't worry。 They're very protective of each other； but does not meddle。〃
〃I'm beginning to wonder。〃
〃Relax； Abby。 is like a family。 They're great people； and Memphis is a wonderful old town to live in and raise kids。 The cost of living is much lower and life moves at a slower pace。 You're probably considering the bigger towns。 So did we； but I'll take Memphis any day over the big cities。〃
〃Do I get the grand tour？〃
〃That's why I'm here。 I thought we'd start downtown； then head out east and look at the nicer neighborhoods； maybe look at some houses and eat lunch at my favorite restaurant。〃
〃Sounds like fun。〃
Kay paid for the coflee； as she had the brunch； and they left the Peabody in the Quin family's new Mercedes。
The dining room； as it was simply called； covered the west end of the fifth floor above Riverside Drive and high above the river in the distance。 A row of eight…foot windows lined the wall and provided a fascinating view of the tugboats； paddle…wheelers； barges； docks and bridges。
The room was protected turf； a sanctuary for those lawyers talented and ambitious enough to be called partners in the quiet Bendini firm。 They gathered each day for lunches prepared by Jessie Frances； a huge； temperamental old black woman； and served by her husband； Roosevelt； who wore white gloves and an odd…fitting； faded； wrinkled hand…me…down tux given to him by Mr。 Bendini himself shortly before his death。 They also gathered for coffee and doughnuts some mornings to discuss firm business and； occasionally； for a glass of wine in the late afternoon to celebrate a good month or an exceptionally large fee。 It was for partners only； and maybe an occasional guest such as a blue…chip client or prospective recruit。 The associates could dine there twice a year； only twice…and records were kept…and then only at the invitation of a partner。
Adjacent to the dining room was a small kitchen where Jessie Frances performed； and where she had cooked the first meal for Mr。 Bendini and a few others twenty…six years earlier。 For twenty…six years she had cooked Southern food and ignored requests to experiment and try dishes she had trouble pronouncing。 〃Don't eat it if you don't like it；〃 was her standard reply。 Judging from the scraps Roosevelt collected from the tables； the food was eaten and enjoyed immensely。 She posted the week's menu on Monday； asked that reservations be made by ten each day and held grudges for years if someone canceled or didn't show。 She and Roosevelt worked four hours each day and were paid a thousand each month。
Mitch sat at a table with Lamar Quin； Oliver Lambert and Royce McKnight。 The entree was prime rib； served with fried okra and boiled squash。
〃She laid off the grease today；〃 Mr。 Lambert observed。
〃It's delicious；〃 Mitch said。
〃Is your system accustomed to grease？〃
〃Yes。 They cook this way in Kentucky。〃
〃I joined this firm in 1955；〃 Mr。 McKnight said； 〃and I e from New Jersey； right？ Out of suspicion； I avoided most Southern dishes as much as possible。 Everything is battered and fried in animal fat； right？ Then Mr。 Bendini decides to open up this little caf6。 He hires Jessie Frances； and I've had heartburn for the past twenty years。 Fried ripe tomatoes； fried green tomatoes； fried eggplant； fried okra； fried squash； fried anything and everything。 One day Victor Milligan said too much。 He's from Connecticut； right？ And Jessie Frances had whipped up a batch of fried dill pickles。 Can you imagine？ Fried dill pickles！ Milligan said something ugly to Roosevelt and he reported it to Jessie Frances。 She walked out the back door and quit。 Stayed gone for a week。 Roosevelt wanted to work； but she kept him at home。 Finally； Mr。 Bendini smoothed things over and she agreed to return if there were no plaints。 But she also cut back on the grease。 I think we'll all live ten years longer。〃
〃It's delicious；〃 said Lamar as he buttered another roll。
〃It's always delicious；〃 added Mr。 Lambert as Roosevelt walked by。 〃Her food is rich and fattening； but we seldom miss lunch。〃
Mitch ate cautiously； engaged in nervous chitchat and tried to appear pletely at ease。 It was difficult。 Surrounded by eminently successful lawyers； all millionaires； in their exclusive； lavishly ornamented dining suite； he felt as if he was on hallowed ground。 Lamar's presence was forting； as was Roosevelt's。
When it was apparent Mitch had finished eating； Oliver Lambert wiped his mouth； rose slowly and tapped his tea glass with his spoon。 〃Gentlemen； could I have your attention。〃
The room became silent as the twenty or so partners turned to the head table。 They laid their napkins down and stared at the guest。 Somewhere on each of their desks was a copy of the dossier。 Two months earlier they had voted unanimously to make him their number one pick。 They knew he ran four miles a day； did not smoke； was allergic to sulfites； had no tonsils； had a blue Mazda； had a crazy mother and once threw three interceptions in one quarter。 They knew he took nothing stronger than aspirin even when he was sick； and that he was hungry enough to work a hundred hours a week if they asked。 They liked him。 He was good…looking； athletic…looking； a man's man with a brilliant mind and a lean body。
〃As you know； we have a very special guest today； Mitch McDeere。 He will soon graduate with honors from Harvard…〃
〃Hear！ Hear！〃 said a couple of Harvard alumni。
〃Yes； thank you。 He and his wife； Abby； are staying at the Peabody this weekend as our guests。 Mitch will finish in the top five out of three hundred and has been heavily recruited。 We want him here； and I know you will speak to him before he leaves。 Tonight he will have dinner with Lamar and Kay Quin； and then tomorrow night is the dinner at my place。 You are all expected to attend。〃 Mitch smiled awkwardly at the partners as Mr。 Lambert rambled on about the greatness of 。 When he finished； they continued eating as Roosevelt served bread pudding and coffee。
Kay's favorite restaurant was a chic East Memphis hangout for the young affluent。 A thousand ferns hung from everywhere and the jukebox played nothing but early sixties。 The daiquiris were served in tall souvenir glasses。
〃One is enough；〃 Kay warned。
〃I'm not much of a drinker。〃
They ordered the quiche of the day and sipped daiquiris。
〃Does Mitch drink？〃
〃Very little。 He's an athlete and very particular about his body。 An occasional beer or glass of wine； nothing stronger。 How about Lamar？〃
〃About the same。 He really discovered beer in law school； but he has trouble with his weight。 frowns on drinking。〃
〃That's admirable； but why is it their business？〃
〃Because alcohol and lawyers go together like blood and vampires。 Most lawyers drink like fish； and the profession is plagued with