AMELIA
"And you know Lucy, of course," Betty said. "What's wrong, dear?" Betty asked,, finally noticing my mood.
"Nothing," I said quickly. "I er- didn't know Lucy would be coming."
"I'm a fashion designer, you know, a fact that I mentioned when we had dinner at the mayor's. Betty wants me here for my expert advice."
I nodded. Lucy extended her hand in greeting. It had barely touched mine before she pulled it away like she had touched something infectious. The next moment, a handkerchief had materialized in her hand. She began scrubbing at the fingers that had touched me. I heartily wished now that I hadn't come.
"We were just starting," said Betty and I was glad of an excuse to turn away from Lucy. I got the distinct impression that Betty's three other friends didn't like me very muc
