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were missed. I’ll look into it for you.”
    Pearl wasn’t so sure it was a mistake, since Patrick hadn’t gotten an invitation either. It sounded more like another anti-town-house thing to her. Even the Europeans were in on it.

OLENE GRABBED HER sports bag and climbed out of her Lexus. She held her keys out to John and dropped them into his extended palm. There was a time when she would have smiled at John as she handed him the keys, but then he started trying to make a lot of small talk with her and that was getting a little too damn familiar. He was the help, not her buddy. She had quickly put a stop to all the chatter by avoiding his eyes. It was good to see that he remembered his place, even though it had been almost a year since she was last at the club.
    She entered the locker room and changed into her workout clothes—a sexy pink Lycra bra top and black short-shorts. She had stopped coming to the club after word got out about her affair with Bradford Bentley. But she was tired of hiding, she thought as she studied herself in the floor-length mirror. She paid a lot of money to belong to this country club—had even taken out a home equity loan to pay the hefty initiation fee—and she had as much right as anyone else to be here. She pushed the door to the locker room open and walked out.
    “DON’T GO TO a lot of trouble, Barbara,” Pearl said.
    “It’s no trouble,” Barbara insisted. “I’m on the Silver Lake Neighborhood Association board and I’ll call . . .” Barbara paused and nearly gasped as she caught a glimpse of Jolene Brown entering the weight room. Barbara was shocked that the woman had the nerve to show her face here. And as usual Jolene looked like a tramp, with her boobs popping up out of that pink workout bra like two brown balloons.
    Pearl noticed a change in Barbara’s demeanor and turned to see what had caused it. She spotted Jolene walking in their direction and quickly looked away. This was the first time she’d seen Jolene up close in ages. She occasionally saw Jolene driving by in her car or from a distance at the supermarket and that was close enough for her.
    “Whoa,” Pearl whispered. “Wonder what made her decide to show up here.” She knew that if anyone disliked Jolene more than she did, it was Barbara Bentley.
    “I’m the last person to ask,” Barbara said. She abruptly stopped speaking as Jolene approached.
    Jolene noticed Barbara and Pearl whispering to each other and she suspected that they were gossiping about her, judging from the cold expressions on their faces. So what. She wasn’t going to let their pettiness bother her. The affair between her and Bradford had ended almost a year ago, and it was time for that anal bitch Barbara Bentley to let it go.
    “Good morning,” Jolene said, smiling brightly as she nodded in the direction of Barbara and Pearl. To her astonishment not only did they both ignore her but Barbara had the gall to turn her body away, and Pearl studied her fingernails as if she had just discovered them. Jolene was furious. Who the hell did they think they were?
    She clenched her fists, whirled around, and stomped all the way back to the locker room. “Fuck,” she muttered as she flopped down on a bench, arms folded. They had no right to keep treating her this way. Especially that salon frump Pearl Jackson. Come to think of it, how the devil could she even afford a membership here? Did Patrick get it for her? He better not have. They were deep in debt and barely making ends meet, with two mortgages, a home equity loan, and saving for college for Juliette. Not to mention the annual fee for her own country club membership.
    Jolene jumped up and opened her locker. She yanked her gym bag out and threw it on the floor. She was so pissed off, she didn’t even feel like working out anymore. Being snubbed by Barbara Bentley was bad enough, but being snubbed by Patrick’s town house trash was intolerable. She never should have come here.
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