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cute! Then again, my big rear end would be a liability. Doesn’t show under a puffy skirt. When you had to go to a dance or a cotillion ...”
    “What’s a cotillion?” Merry asked.
    “Well, they’re parties that parents had for girls my age to present them to, you know, society. To present them to the right kind of boys,” Sasha said. “Whatever that is. I had friends who had them, and I went. But my parents weren’t really in that social class. Cute guys though. Stuck up but real cute.”
    “I don’t think you missed much, Sasha. It sounds like parading all the princesses in front of the prince so he could wave yes at one and no at the next?” Mallory asked. “I thought that kind of ended in medieval times.”
    “Kind of,” Sasha said cheerfully. “When I was little, though, I thought that was the thing. I used to wrap my mama’s robe around me and pretend I was at my cotillion. All the little girls did.”
    “Did your ... uh ... mama have one?” Mally asked.
    “Well, yeah. Her daddy had money ‘til he drank it all up. Mama got married three times and every time to a richer guy,” said Sasha. “None of ’em had any use for me though. Or my sister.” A shadow that struck Mallory’s heart passed over Sasha’s pretty face. Then she was all toothpaste smiles again. “Keep working on that walk. To be beautiful, y‘all gotta suffer! That’s still true! But you guys are so naturally skinny you don’t have to worry about every bite ending up on your butt, but y’all still gotta walk like a swan!” Sasha mimed a pageant-girl glide.
    “Untrue!” Mallory said with a laugh. “About the calories. I eat like a draft horse, yeah, but I run it all off on the soccer field, and Meredith ... I guess you could say she’s an athlete.”
    “She’s a terrific athlete. You guys should switch some time, and y’all try cheerleading, Mally. You’d be worn out!”
    “I should, but I’ve promised to shoot myself first,” Mallory said. Merry didn’t blink. She was accustomed to her twin’s cheer chauvinism.
    “Who’s your date for the formal?” Merry asked. “This dress is for the formal, right?”
    “I asked Sawyer Brownlee. Do you know him? What a sweetie. He’s like a gentleman, kind of. Almost like back home.” Sawyer Brownlee was a neighbor of Merry’s friend, Neely. He’d probably taken lessons to waltz and used the right fork at dinner, Mallory thought, unlike Drew, who should put on a raincoat before he ever lifted a fork to his mouth. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning when I come to take care of that little pumpkin! I’m so glad Owen’s all better!”
    Just then, all three girls noticed Carla Quinn just a few feet away near a free-standing display of Valentine’s Day teddy bears and little trucks with chocolate hearts inside.
    “Hi Carla,” Sasha said. “Doing some shopping?”
    “Well, my daughter just wants gourmet chocolate now,” Carla said sourly. “And clothes, clothes, clothes. These remind me of my little boy.”
    “How old is he?” Merry asked. “I never knew you ...”
    “I have to run,” Carla said and stalked away.
    Sasha looked at Mally and Merry. Sasha asked, “Carla is completely hostile! Why does your mom like her so much?”
    “She’s a good nurse, my mom says,” Mallory answered. “Owen likes her.”
    “Personally, I think she’s weird,” Sasha said. “But your mom knows best. ”Well, I have to find something or other here! See y’all later.”
    As Sasha walked away, running her fingertips experimentally over the shoe styles, Mallory stepped out of the pair she’d tried on.
    “You win, ’Ster,” she said to Merry. “I stood there all that time, and I didn’t fall out of them. I’ll practice ball first, step, ball first, step. I’m suddenly very tired of all these choices. Let’s go eat. Please?”
    “One more stop,” Merry said. “You can’t be all decked out without a smoky eye or something.”
    At the makeup counter, Merry used