““I know what you think you see,” she told him, as they turned a corner onto a residential street. “Really?” He regarded her mock-archly. “And what do I think I see, Ms. Parker?” “You see the pricey U of C education, the high-rise apartment off of Michigan Avenue, and then you hear that I grew up in Glenwood—” “—Don’t forget those fancy red high-heeled shoes. As long as we’re generalizing.” “—and you think you see somebody who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth.” She raised an eyebrow. “Am I right?” He cocked his head in acknowledgement. “Okay, maybe I was thinking something along those lines. Tell me, then—what should I see instead?” “Someone who has worked very hard to get where she’s at””
