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a table in the hotel lobby. “I could ask John, the hotel manager, if he knows what happened. If he’s on duty this shift,“ Shelley said.
    “I don’t think he’d tell you even if he knew.“
    “Probably not. But I’ll give it a try.“
    Shelley returned a few minutes later. John was in a meeting and couldn’t be disturbed, she reported.
    The lobby was filling up with writers and fans, all speculating about what had happened. Some said, sounding knowledgeable, “She’s had a heart attack.“
    Others stuck with the theory of her just fainting. Or falling off whatever she might have been standing on.
    One suggested that the wiring was bad and as she touched the microphone she’d been electrocuted. This was hooted down. “The woman who ended up reading the speaker’s introduction touched it, too, and nothing happened to her,“ someone said.
    “This is driving me mad,“ Jane said. “Nobody knows what they’re talking about. Let’s go somewhere else. We have half an hour before the next seminars.“
    Shelley picked up her purse. “There are some nice shops in a tunnel under the hotel. Let’s go shopping for therapy.“
    “I’d rather go to the book room again,“ Jane said.
    “No, you wouldn’t. It would be full of other attendees saying the same things. Come with me. Last time I was in the tunnel shops, I saw a lapel pin I thought you’d like, and now that I see you in this sweater, I know it would be perfect. Let’s see if it’s still there.“
    The last seminars of the day both seemed exceedingly boring, so Shelley and Jane went upstairs and finished the salads they’d put in the tiny fridge. Jane checked in with Todd and Katie again on their new cell phones. Katie said the omelettes were almost ready and she couldn’t talk right now. Apparently this overrode the thrill of receiving a call on her new phone.
    Shelley and Jane arrived five minutes after the dessert party started. It was already crowded. Shelley had been right. The desserts were all about one and a half inches square, set in little paper baskets. Jane picked up a plate and selected only three. She didn’t want to look greedy. And she could always dispose of the plate and go back, pretending it was her first trip.
    Both Jane and Shelley were keeping a wary eye out for Vernetta and Gaylord Strausmann. They didn’t want to be taken unawares again.
    “I’d have thought a big hefty woman like that would be the first through the line,“ Shelley commented as she forked up a sliver of cherry cobbler.
    “I’d have thought so, too,“ Jane said around her mouthful of a bread pudding square liberally iced with sugar and brandy. “Oh, there’s Felicity surrounded by fans, while we’re nobodies who have our own table so we can stuff ourselves without being noticed.“
    At that moment Vernetta and Gaylord entered the room. As she did in the restaurant, she shouted, “Howdy, y’all. I’m Vernetta Strausmann and this is my hubby, Gaylord.“
    The pair had abandoned their country-western look and gone for pure June and Ward Cleaver. Vernetta was in a patterned shirtwaist with the buttons straining at the bodice. A little fifties hat, high heels, and even white gloves, a bit grubby at the fingertips. Gaylord was in a gray suit and wore a fedora and shiny black shoes. The outfit would have looked more authentic if the trousers hadn’t been a bit short and his black-and-red striped socks hadn’t been showing.
    “Do they think this is a costume party or Halloween?“ Shelley said. “Where did they find that stuff? At a secondhand store?“
    Most of the people in the room were staring at the couple, but nobody approached them. Vernetta looked over at the crowd surrounding Felicity and glowered. Gaylord took her arm in a firm grip and whispered something to her. She nodded and smiled hungrily at the other partygoers.
    “Gather round, y’all. Lookee-loo at the plans for our mansion.“
    She took over the largest table, forcing two women