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slammed the locker door shut with a loud bang, and a woman a few lockers down turned and stared at her. Jolene couldn’t remember the woman’s name but she recognized her as Barbara’s snobby next-door neighbor. She turned pointedly toward the woman and fixed her with a long, icy glare. The woman quickly turned away as Jolene snatched her gym bag off the floor and marched out of the locker room.
    She was halfway to the exit when she changed her mind about leaving right away. She stopped and whirled around. She wasn’t going to take this shit one more minute. She burst through the weight room door and found Barbara and Pearl still talking near the entrance. They both froze the minute they saw her.
    Jolene stomped up and inserted herself between them. Pearl stumbled and had to catch herself to keep from falling as Jolene turned toward Barbara. “I’m tired of being dissed by you all the damn time,” Jolene yelled.
    Barbara coolly looked away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    Two women walking by with tennis rackets slowed down and stared in their direction. Jolene ignored them and leaned in closer until her nose was within inches of Barbara’s face. “You know
exactly
what I’m talking about. It’s been almost a year since I screwed Bradford. Get over it. You don’t have to keep being so fucking rude to me.”
    This was too much, Barbara thought. She pointedly looked Jolene up and down with disapproval. “You’re the last one to talk to me about rudeness,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
    Jolene put her hands on her hips. “God, you’re such an uptight snob. I . . .”
    “You can call me whatever you want,” Barbara said coolly through a sly smile. “At least my husband didn’t walk out on me.”
    Pearl blinked hard. Oh, lordy. What did Barbara have to go and bring
that
up for? The last thing she wanted was for Miss Barbara Wannabe to turn her attention to her.
    Jolene backed away. “Fine, Barbara,” she said calmly. “If that’s how you want to be.” Jolene whirled around. “Bitch,” she muttered as she stormed off. She was going to get her annual fee refunded and she was never coming back to this snooty club again. Hell, she might even move out of Silver Lake. She didn’t need this.
    “Whew!” Pearl said, fanning herself with her hand as soon as Jolene was out of sight.
    “God, I can’t stand that woman,” Barbara hissed under her breath.
    “Take it easy, Barbara.”
    “Did you see how she just ignored you?” Barbara asked, still fuming. “And she calls
me
rude.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” Pearl said. “I’d rather be ignored by Jolene anyway. ’Cause she scares the heck out of me.”

ON WEDNESDAY, BARBARA returned home from the coun-try club as usual and tossed her sports bag on the bed. Thank goodness Jolene had not showed her face again. Jolene’s showing up at the club on Monday had practically ruined Barbara’s entire day. This morning, Barbara felt refreshed and ready to get out and sell some real estate.
    She sat in an armchair near the bedroom fireplace and bent down to untie her tennis shoes as she pushed that unpleasant encounter with Jolene to the back of her mind. The woman was an insane, greedy, immoral social climber. That’s all she was. Barbara had run across more than her share of that kind of woman in dealing with Bradford’s mistresses, and she had become a pro at shoving all thoughts of them aside.
    She noticed that the bed still had not been made up even though she had called the agency and gotten a new temporary cleaning woman after that sordid incident with Ayisha. Were any of them capable of doing anything right? Thank goodness Phyllis would return that afternoon.
    Barbara pulled the top to her workout clothes over her head as she entered her walk-in closet and strolled down the suit section. She picked out a midnight blue, chalk-stripe pantsuit and a wine-colored jacquard suit and held them up at arm’s length. The pantsuit