“Laura Snow sat alone in the living room, her hands folded in her lap, waiting for the sound of the doorbell. She had been waiting now for two and a half hours. "I can't bear not being here to meet him," her mother had said when, at 8:40, Peter had not yet arrived. "It's just that the girls at bridge club get so upset when we don't start playing on time." "I know, Mama," Laura had told her. "You go on." "But this is your first date! Such a big, big event! To leave you here all by yourself—..." "I don't mind, Mama." She did mind, really, but for her mother, not herself. She could not remember seeing her quite so happy as she had been during the past week. On two different occasions Laura had found her waiting in the parking lot after school to drive her to Adrian on shopping expeditions to find "the perfect dress" and "exactly the right shoes." The shoes had not been difficult—Laura's short, plump feet were easy to fit—but the dress had been another matter. They had found it at last in a small, exclusive shop that specialized in "clothes for the regal figure." A pale blue crepe with a high neckline, the dress was cut in Empire style, fitted across the chest and falling straight to midcalf where it swirled suddenly into a massive ruffle.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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