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odds were pretty good that he’d wreck the Jag by evening.
    Phyllis went to her room to finish unpacking. Jane noticed that it was only one o’clock. This had already seemed a very long day, and it wasn’t half done yet. She sat down at the kitchen table and smoked another cigarette. How many was that today? Far too many. What was she going to do with these people?
    “Are you hungry?“ she asked Phyllis when she came down from her room. She’d changed into jeans and a plaid shirt with a red sweater over it. Common enough outfit, but the jeans were so perfectly fitted and faded that Jane was certain they’d cost a fortune, and the sweater was probably hand knit from certifiably virgin Scottish sheep.
    “Starving,“ Phyllis answered.
    Jane grabbed a package of lunch meat, a head of lettuce, and some mayonnaise from the refrigerator and pulled out a loaf of whole wheat bread that didn’t have any green fuzzy spots on it yet. Phyllis, who was probably accustomed to meals that cost as much as Jane’s car was worth, fell to making a lunch meat sandwich as if it were gourmet stuff. Jane reflected that while Phyllis could be irritating, there was still a streak of enduring innocence in her that had drawn Jane to her so many years ago. She suspected that Phyllis really didn’t recognize a difference between pâté de foie gras and plastic packaged lunch meat.
    Jane smiled. How must Chet have felt all these years about handing the world on a silver platter to a woman who would have been happy with Melmac?
    “Well, I guess you’re dying to know all about Bobby?“ Phyllis asked a they sat down to eat. Jane wanted to say she’d rather have a Papsmear than know anything more about Bobby, but courtesy won out. “Yes, tell me everything.”
     
    “Everything,“ about Bobby turned out to be mercifully concise. According to Phyllis, she and a high school classmate had run off to get married when she was only fifteen and he a year and a half older. Both sets of parents went after them and three days later dragged them back to Philadelphia. The annulment mechanism was put into action, and in no time, the marriage was as if it had never been.
    Except that Phyllis was pregnant.
    Her parents arranged for her to go to Chicago and live with her aunt until the baby was born and could be put up for adoption. That duly accomplished, Phyllis had stayed on in Chicagoto take a secretarial course, partly because she got along far better with her aunt than she ever had with her parents. She was working as a secretary when she met Chet Wagner, married him, and lived happily ever after.
    “What about the boy? The one you married? Did he know about the baby?“
    “Heavens, no!“ Phyllis aid. “I wanted to tell him at first. I was really happy about it. Then I thought it over. My parents made me think it over. I may not be brilliant, but I was smart enough to see how relieved he’d been when the marriage was annulled. And I couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t as if we were madly in love or anything. In fact, we’d only had two or three dates when we ran off together. We only did it, I think, because we were both unhappy at home, and that seemed a way out.”
    Jane felt this didn’t ring quite true. The part about the boy being relieved might be so,. but Phyllis sounded like she’d probably been crushed by the knowledge that he’d been glad to be free of her. Had this version—not really in love, just wanting out—come to her then, or was it the product of long years of thought and reflection? Jane was astonished to learn that Phyllis had actually undergone such emotional upheaval. “Didn’t you regret that it didn’t work out?“ she asked.
    “No, if I’d stayed married to him, I’d have never met Chet. I liked him—the boy I ran off with—maybe even loved him, but we were too different. He was real smart, you see. Ambitious and all that, too. He’d have gotten tired of me. Chet’s smart and ambitious, too, but in a different