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    “Well, my dad did say to buy something new,” Nancy said. With a sly smile, and a vow to forget about Sarah Amberly, Nancy walked into the dressing room.
    She emerged a few minutes later, wearing the soft peach wool skirt and jacket and an ivory silk blouse. The whole outfit set off her coloring perfectly. Even Nancy knew she looked terrific.
    “It’s fabulous,” said George.
    “Smashing!” Bess agreed.
    “Sold,” said Nancy. A short while later, having changed back to her street clothes and paid for the outfit, Nancy stepped out onto Fifth Avenue, feeling renewed and refreshed. The box from Saks was under her arm, and her friends were at her side.
    “Oh, I love New York!” Bess cried out a bit later as they stood at the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fifty-seventh Street, waiting for the light to turn green. “Can’t you just feel the electricity in the air?”
    “Makes River Heights seem pretty dull, actually,” George agreed with a wistful sigh.
    “Look! There’s Tiffany’s! We’ve got to check it out. Come on!” Bess headed straight for the famous jewelry store, tugging on Nancy’s sleeve.
    In the window was a glittering array of precious jewels that caught the midday sun and reflected it back.
    “Can you believe the size of that ruby?” Bessexclaimed, pointing to a gem set in a gold necklace.
    “Sarah Amberly’s is twice that size,” Nancy said, waiting for Bess’s reaction.
    With a gasp, Bess turned to her friend. “You’re kidding—right?”
    “No, I’m not kidding. It really is. I saw it last night.”
    “Now, that’s the first interesting thing you’ve said about the Amberlys since we got here. Any chance of getting a peek at it?”
    “I can’t promise, but I’ll try to introduce you to Sarah.” The thought of another visit to the Amberly suite sounded good to Nancy. Not that she was going to get involved—George and Bess had convinced her to leave things alone just this once in her life. Still, it couldn’t hurt to check in with Sarah, just to see how she was doing.
    “But we’ve got to get you shoes first,” Bess asserted. “You really should have new ones to go with your outfit.”
    George reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper. “There’s this shoe store the flight attendant was telling us about. I have the address right here. Sixty-second and Madison. That’s, let’s see—northeast from here, I think.”
    “Remind me to go camping with you sometime, George.” Bess laughed, heading uptown behind her cousin.
    “Hey, why don’t we walk through the park?”Nancy suggested. A stroll through Central Park with her two best buddies in the entire world would be perfect.
    “Great idea!” said Bess.
    An hour later, after a walk through Central Park and a quick stop at the shoe store, where Nancy picked out a stylish pair of Italian pumps, the trio found themselves strolling down Sixty-second Street.
    “Oh, Nancy—don’t you wish you could buy that topaz necklace we saw in Tiffany’s window? It would be so terrific with the—Nan? Nan?”
    Nancy wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were riveted on the far end of the block, where Alison Kale had just emerged from the front door of a stately old brownstone. As the girls watched, Alison walked right by them, muttering to herself.
    “Whoa!” gasped George when Alison was out of earshot. “Just a little bizarre—”
    “That’s Sarah Amberly’s sister,” Nancy said softly.
    George let out a low whistle. “Now I see why you’re worried about Mrs. Amberly. She’s surrounded by thieves and weirdos.”
    Nancy smiled triumphantly. “Still think I need a vacation?”
    After Alison passed, the girls walked to the brownstone she’d come from and read the shingle hanging outside: Dr. Arnold Mitchell, Psychiatric Specialist.
    “So, she’s under a psychiatrist’s care,” said Nancy. “That’s good to know.”
    “She looks like she really needs it, too,” Bess murmured sympathetically as they