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Jenny Fields' father, the footwear king, used to think of Midge Steering's money and shake in his shoes.

And up grew the Percy children, blond and metallically clean, their eyes the color of the dull ice on the brackish Steering River that seeped through the salt marshes to the nearby sea.

Jenny felt she had grown up on a large ship without having seen, much less understood, the engine room.

She felt if she ever had children she would love them no less when they were twenty than when they were two; they might need you more at twenty, she thought.