![]() ![]() Ingeborg gave me another scowl and ushered me into the main room of the suite. All her people live to be a hundred or more." ![]() The fact that I had been a breech baby was enough to put me in her black books forever. "And I am worried about your mother." Ingeborg had been worrying about my mother since before I was born. "Your mother is worried about you," she informed me coldly. ![]() My mother's Swedish maid answered the door with a scowl. So I put on a divine little Molyneux dress in scarlet silk with a matching cloche, topped it with a clever chinchilla stole and left my suite, boarded the lift and rode up two floors to her rooms. But I knew wearing something chic would make me feel a little better about the ordeal to come. I had dressed carefully for the occasion, not because Mossy would care-my mother is curiously unfussy about such things. It was a wretched day in Paris, grey and gloomy and spitting with rain, when I was summoned to my mother's suite at the Hotel de Crillon. Oh, if I find one lying around unattended, I might climb on, but I never took one that didn't want taking. I have never killed anyone, and I have never stolen another woman's husband. Don't believe the stories you have heard about me. ![]()
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