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help.”
    When Jane emerged from the bathroom, her face scrubbed and shining, Shelley was sitting on the edge of the bed. “What’s up?“
    “I’ve got a date tonight.“
    “A date! Who?“
    “Mel VanDyne. And I’m behaving like an idiot. I know it. But I don’t know what to wear. Something casual, but not sloppy. Feminine but not girlish. He’s picking me up from class, so it has to be something I might normally wear to class.“
    “Okay. Where are you going?“
    “Nowhere much. Ice cream.“
    “He invited you out for ice cream? What a cheapskate!“
    “No. He invited me dancing, but I don’t think I remember how to dance. Shelley, it’s been more than twenty years since I’ve had a real date.“
    “But not since you’ve been asked. Remember that.“
    “Oh, sure. The neighborhood sleezeballs who pounce on anybody who looks like they’re free. That one who wears the polyester leisure suits is still calling me every month or so. He must have a roster he goes through. And there’s the one with the potbelly and load of gold chains who calls everybody ‘babe.’ You know, he called me a week after Steve died. A week! I was so offended that I burst into tears. He took it for encouragement.“ Jane shuddered at the memory.
    “Pink. An apricotish pink,“ Shelley mused. “I’ll be right back.“ She dashed off and returned a few minutes later with a blouse in a dry cleaning bag. “This is it. Do you have a lace bra?“
    “One.“
    “Good. This fabric is just thin enough that a lace bra will barely show through. Sexy without being blatant. With your white skirt. And you can’t carry that hideous saddlebag purse. He’ll think you’re going on a camp-out.“
    “You know I operate on the assumption that I might run into Pierce Brosnan any moment, and if he asks me to run away with him, I’ll be ready to go.“
    “Ice cream and running away are miles apart. I have a little white clutch you can use.”
    They settled on shoes and jewelry and were debating over hose when Katie and Cecily got home. “Hey, Mom, you’ve got to see what we—“ Katie began, then looked around Jane’s bedroom. Rejected clothing was strewn everywhere. “Hey, this looks like my room. What’s going on?“
    “Your mother has a date tonight.“
    “A date?“ A series of expressions crossed her face in rapid succession. She settled on pleased surprise. “Cool, Mom. Who?“
    “Detective VanDyne,“ Jane said.
    “Yeah? He’s okay. For an old guy.”
    Jane came over and hugged her daughter. “You just put everything into perspective. Let’s see your new stuff.”
     
    At quarter of six they dutifully assembled to go to Mrs. General Pryce’s. They were going in Shelley’s van because it had a flat area in the back where they could set the food without it spilling. Jane had the two quiches she’d made under her mother’s direction; Shelley had her fruit salad, and Cecily had voluntarily contributed some cheese and olive puffs and a plate of deviled eggs.
    “I saw her make them,“ Jane said to Shelley in an aggrieved tone when Cecily went back inside for her purse. “I used exactly the same recipe, and when I cook those olive things, the dough runs down and pools. They look like something from one of those obscene bakeries. Hers puff up.“
    “Don’t be cranky, Jane. You do lots of things better than she does,“ Shelley said.
    “Name four. Never mind. I’d hate to watch you struggle to come up with them. I can feel my hair falling.“
    “Your hair looks great, and if I catch you near a bottle of hair spray, I’ll break your wrist.“
“Oh, Shelley, I’m acting like an ass and I can’t stop myself. Priscilla wouldn’t behave like this.“
    “ Priscilla? Who the hell is Priscilla?“
    “Never mind. Remind me again why we’re doing this.“
    “Because Missy will kill us if we don’t.”
    Cecily came back to the car. “Mom, are you sure you don’t mind my going out tonight after class?“ Jane asked.
    “Of