the products from the Cape? Why do they buy them?
It's because we're a famous resort region in America,
and it's time everyone accepted that. The only people
who don't are those who've inherited so much money,
they don't care about anyone else."
"You ought to go work for the chamber of
commerce or the tourist bureau," he quipped. "Maybe I will."
"You would not." He thought a moment.
"Would you?"
"I don't intend to, but I wouldn't turn it down
out of hand," I said. "It's all beside the point, Cary.
You have to judge people for who they are and not for what their parents do or what their grandparents did.
Don't be such a Cod-snob," I warned.
He couldn't help but smile because that was a
term he and I had invented when we were much
younger. He looked away.
"I just don't want anyone taking advantage of
you, Laura. You're very trusting and innocent." "Oh, and you're a man of the world, Cary
Logan? Since when?"
"I know what boys are looking for these days,"
he said sharply.
"Robert's not like that."
"How do you know?"
"I think I would know better than you would,
Cary, unless you were eavesdropping on every one of
our conversations and spying on every one of our
dates," I said. "Are you?"
"No," he said.
"So? Then tell me why you won't at least give
Robert a chance. You'll be surprised at how much you