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note pad beside the phone. 'And here are numbers for the police and fire department, just in case. God knows, you shouldn't need those.' She faced Denise, smiling. 'So, any questions? I feel like I'm forgetting something.' |
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You're forgetting to calm down, Denise thought. But she shook her head. 'I can't think of anything.' |
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'Good, good. I can't tell you how glad I am you're here. This is kind of a very big deal tonight, and . . . do you think I look all right?' |
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'You look terrific,' Denise assured her. |
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Lowering her voice, she said, 'Just between you and me and the fencepost, John thinks this dress is too . . .' She grimaced and rolled her eyes upward. 'What shall we say . . . flamboyant?' She twirled around once. |
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The glossy, royal blue gown had only one shoulder and sleeve. The top angled down sharply from the shoulder and didn't cover much of her right breast before it passed beneath her armpit. It slanted down the same way across her back. The hem of the skirt appeared to be cut at the same angle, descending from just above her left knee to just below her right. She wore high heels that matched the dress. No nylons, but her legs had a good tan. |
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The way the fabric hugged her body, Denise was pretty sure the woman didn't have a stitch on underneath it. |
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'I hope it's warm in the restaurant,' she said. |
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Lynn grimaced. 'My God. Am I indecent?' |
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'You look fabulous. Really.' |
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