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