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ads. After all of the acts were over, she patiently stood next to Michael and Swoosie and watched as her mother promised to love yet another person for the rest of her life. On a positive note, the Toilet King had opted against wearing his blue jumpsuit and his hair was a distinguished salt-and-pepper, rather than purple spikes. He looked downright normal and even somewhat handsome in his jacket and tie.
    After the bride and groom scuttled down the aisle, Jan followed Michael toward the tent where the reception was being held. Her heart had finally stopped racing and she was starting to feel almost normal again. At least it was over and no clothes had fallen off. Maybe she should thank Michael for getting her the costume, but she really wanted to get out of it so she could breathe again. The idea of eating and then having even less room in her precariously tight blouse didn’t hold much appeal.
    The tent was filled with people milling around talking. The guests all seemed to know each other, except for Jan. That was the downside of moving around so much when she was young. Even though she had lived in San Diego for quite a while when her mother was doing local TV, they never stayed in one place for long, so she didn’t know anyone at the wedding.
    Michael didn’t seem to be having the same problem. He had an infectious smile and as Jan followed him through the crowd, it seemed like everyone knew him and wanted to say hello. He stopped at the buffet table and was laughing with someone who appeared to be a long-lost friend. Swoosie was standing next to him also enjoying herself, surveying the vast array of food displayed on the table. As a waiter walked by, Swoosie followed his movements, her white muzzle pointed directly at the tray of prime rib he was carrying, much like a compass homing in on due north.
    Michael turned away from his conversation to look back at her. “Jan, come meet my old buddy Bob.”
    Bob was a slightly balding man with short legs. He looked like a former linebacker who had been tackled a few too many times. His hazel eyes were fixating on Jan’s blouse, never moving from her cleavage as she walked over to join them. Jan looked down hurriedly to verify that all of her body parts were still inside her blouse.
    She reached out her hand to introduce herself. “Hi Bob. My name is Jan.”
    “I liked the dance you did. So are you a stripper or something?”
    Jan shook her head. It seemed Bob had already discovered the open bar and spent some serious time there. “No. I wasn’t really dancing. Just walking and clapping my hands. Swoosie and Michael were doing the dancing. It was a modified version of the merengue in fact, which is a type of music and dance from the Dominican Republic. Professionally speaking, I’m a librarian.”
    “Wow, that’s a great shtick. Do you wear big horn-rimmed glasses and then take them off and let down your hair? I have fantasies like that all the time. Brainy chicks wearing glasses are hot.”
    Jan pulled her hand away from his clammy grip. “No. I mean I really am a librarian. I have a master’s degree in library science and I work at the library in Alpine Grove. And I don’t wear glasses.”
    Bob expression fell as his illusions of scantily clad librarians were shattered for the moment. Jan looked down at her ruffles. Did this guy ever actually look at the face of any woman, or was it just this outfit that made her bust line uniquely intriguing?
    Bob looked over at Michael. “Hey man, I’m heading back to the bar. Do you want anything?”
    Michael looked up from handing Swoosie a potato chip. “No thanks, Bob. It was good to see you again.”
    He turned to Jan. “I didn’t know you were a librarian. That’s interesting. I mean what little kid thinks, ‘Hey, I wanna grow up to be a librarian’?”
    Jan’s lips tightened. “I did. When I was in junior high school, my mom was married to a guy named Tony for a while. I didn’t like him and there was a library