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skirt, and her horned-rimmed glasses. Her hair wasn’t as awful as Becky’s wig, but it was the exact same color. And Carla was squinting at the stage, the same way Becky was squinting at the audience. Was it a coinci dence? Judy hoped so. If it was intentional, Becky was do ing a very spiteful imitation of Carla.
    Judy looked over at Linda, her best friend at the club. Linda was frowning, too. They exchanged worried glances, but Carla was laughing, right along with the rest of the audience. Perhaps they were wrong?
    Becky’s routine lasted another ten minutes, and Judy winced all the way through it. When Becky left the stage to a burst of thunderous applause, Judy felt sick. Becky’s rou tine had been excellent. She’d been funnier tonight than she’d ever been at Covers. But Ludmilla Grooch was Carla. Judy was sure of it, although Carla didn’t seem to realize that. She was clapping right along with the rest of the audience.
    Becky came out to take a curtain call, and the audience applauded again. Then she hopped down off the stage, ran over to Michael and kissed him. On the lips.
    Judy frowned. Michael seemed surprised at the kiss, but he didn’t pull away. He just hugged Becky tightly as he kissed her back, and then he pulled out a chair for her so she could sit down.
    There was one more routine, and then a fifteen minute intermission. During the intermission, the Covers group met in the lobby to congratulate Becky. She’d taken off her brown wig and horned-rimmed glasses, and she was beam ing as she accepted everyone’s congratulations.
    “That’s a great routine.” Mr. Calloway patted Becky on the back. “Why didn’t you do it at Covers?”
    Becky grinned and slipped her arm around Michael’s waist again. “Because it’s new. Michael’s been helping me with the jokes almost every night. And I didn’t want to do it at Covers because it’s based on Carla.”
    Judy glanced over at Carla. Had she heard? Apparently not, because she was still smiling. Judy couldn’t believe Becky was being so cruel. She hadn’t even bothered to lower her voice.
    “Becky?” Howie Thomas came rushing up, his round face flushed with exertion. “They loved you, kid. Can you work Sundays at nine?”
    Becky absolutely beamed. “I’d love to, Mr. Thomas.”
    “What do you say we go to my office right after we close, and work out the details? It shouldn’t take more than a half hour or so.”
    “Sounds good to me.” Becky turned to Michael with a smile on her face. “I’ll meet you at the apartment in a couple of hours, okay?”
    “Don’t you want to go out for a celebration?” Mr. Calloway asked. “I’ll take you all out for pizza, my treat.”
    Becky shook her head. “We’ll have to take a raincheck. My older sister’s gone for the weekend, and I’ve got the keys to her apartment. Michael’s heading over there right now to put a bottle of champagne on ice.”
    “You drove here? By yourself?” Carla looked worried.
    Becky nodded. “Of course I did. And I’ve got a full tank of gas with a locking gas cap, so you guys don’t have to worry. I’ll see you all tomorrow night. And thanks for com ing, okay?”
    Everyone started for the door, but Becky called out to Judy. “I need to talk to you, Judy.”
    “Yes?” Judy hung back as the others began to leave.
    “You might as well mark me down as the winner right now. After I get through with Michael tonight, he’s going to be in no condition to even look at another girl!”

    It was past midnight by the time Becky left Laughs Ga lore, but she was so happy, she wasn’t a bit tired. Mr. Thomas hadn’t offered her the salary she’d hoped to get, but it really didn’t matter. She’d be working at two clubs instead of just one. Twice as many people would see her now, and the audience at Laughs Galore was older, which meant she might be able to make valuable contacts.
    The moon was almost full, and Becky smiled as she walked across the parking lot. It was