"Win-full name: Windsor Horne Lockwood III- steepled his manicured fingers. He did that a lot, steepling. Steepling fit him. Win looked like his name. The poster boy for the quintessential WASP. Everything about his appearance reeked arrogance, elitism, Town and Country Parties Page, debutantes dressed in monogrammed sweaters and pearls with names like Babs, dry martinis at the clubhouse, stuffy old money-his fine blond hair, his pretty-boy patrician face, his lily-white complexion, his snotty Exeter accent. Except in Win's case some sort of chromosomal abnormality had slipped through the generations of careful breeding. In some ways Win was exactly what he appeared to be. But in many more ways-sometimes very frightening ways- Win was not." Chap. One, pp. 3, 4

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