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495 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 1989

"And no matter what anybody says, I don't believe all this trouble started when women got the vote. As far as I'm concerned, it goddamn well got started when you taught each other how to read."
"I only hit two women in my life," he finally said,…
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... crying like a dumb old bunch of babies.



She was the most beautiful British bauble in Europe's jet-set playgrounds. Now she's broke, furious, and limping down a backwoods road in an ugly pink Southern Belle gown....
He was tall, lean, and all-American gorgeous. He liked his brews cold and women loved to keep him warm. Why in hell is he stopping his car for this woebegone, surly Scarlett?

He was a new generation of good ol' boys - movie star handsome, self-deprecating and a lot smarter than he wanted folks to let on ...

"I got to tell you Francie - there's something about the way you go about doing things that pretty much rubs me the wrong way."

An illeterate - probably illegitimate - backwoods bumpkin had outwitted, outtalked and out-scored the incomparable Francesca

"You ever hear of Pygmalion, Skeet?"
"Is he the guy who played right tackle for Wynette High?"
He moved his athlete's body to the first chords of "Born to Run".

This was America, the land of opportunity

He fast-forwarded to "Darlington County" which, in his opinion, was one of the ten greatest American songs ever written.

"Damn, I love you."

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“Anything in life was permissible … as long as she looked pretty doing it.”
“I’m worried about you, Mummy. There are circles under your eyes, and you look tired all the time. You’ve also been impossible to live with. Only yesterday you brought home the beige Givenchy kimono for me instead of the silver one I asked you to get.”


