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Wendy Talmedge drank her morning cup of coffee and struggled with the idea of spending a week in Palm Beach with her husband and the Ryans.
She was a shy young woman, not used to the ways of the world and the Ryan’s always made her feel vaguely uncomfortable, almost as if there were something about life she didn’t know about and they wanted to share with her. She had first met them at the Annual Convention, only three months after her marriage to Chip. She had been put off from the first by Dan Ryan’s pawing ways, she had never liked men to maul her and Dan Ryan struck her as that type.
She hadn’t liked the way Sylvia Ryan had fawned all over Chip either, but she hadn’t dared to say so, for one thing Dan Ryan was the President of the United Federation of Fruit Growers and very much Chip’s senior-in fact he could make or break Chip with one gesture, if he so cared to do so.
The young wife still couldn’t understand why Dan Ryan wanted them to spend a week as his personal guest in their private home in Florida but nevertheless he had extended that invitation to her and Chip was very excited. It wasn’t every day that a young executive was given such an opportunity, it could mean the escalation of his career, and he knew it.
“Why the sour face, baby,” he had said to Wendy after he had given her the news of the impending trip. “It’s a great time of year to be in Florida, New York stinks in February. All you have to do is to sit on your can by the swimming pool and be glamorous-I have a meeting everyday but apart from that, our time will be play. We can’t lose baby, we can’t lose.”
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