yes ..../"
she peered at me ." oh my god , you did want me to dress up ."
i could only stare back at her , mute and uncomprehending . for , so help me , i did . i wanted paige to be in her best alexander mcqueen and a hat that shrieked " occasion ." after all , and after eveything . i craved silk and tulle , aflash of diamons in the ear , the hiss of champagne , the scent of expensive flowers that stirs the guests to stand on metaphorical tiptoe , united for a moment by unselfish kindness and by the yearning to start all over again themselves .
paige frowned ." where's your bouquet , minty ?"
"i don't have one ."
"right ," said paige , and you could not fault her ." hold on ," she thrust her briefcase into my hand and disappeared .
nathan beckond me to a group in which his eldest children , sam and popoy , and their spouses , jilly and richard were talking to peter and carolyne shaker . poppy was in black and jilly was markedlly pregnant in a demin smock that needed a press . only carolyne had made an effort in a glaringly bright red dress and a white jacket .
sam did not quite meet my eye ." hallo , minty ."
jilly made more of an effort and pecked at my cheek . her long , silky hair brushed aginst my cheek ; it smwelled of shampoo meaningfully , one pregnant woman to another .
"fine. very little different . aprt from very hot hands , and fet that hurt ."
her eyes raked over me ." you hardly show , you lucky .
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