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Ernestine and Al had been at the New Orleans Airport to see Tracy off.
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"Whatcha gonna do in Philly?" Al had asked.
She had told them half the truth. "Go back to my old job at the bank."
Ernestine and Al had exchanged a glance. "They--- er--- know you're comin'?"
"No. But the vice-president likes me. There won't be a problem. Good computer operators are hard to find."
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She checked into the Hilton Hotel and steamed out her one good dress over the hot tub. At 11:00 the following morning she walked into the bank and approached Clarence Desmond's secretary.
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"Fine. Is Mr. Desmond in?"
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She came out a few moments later. "You may go in." She edged away as Tracy walked toward the door.
What's the matter with her? Tracy wondered.