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married man!"
    "Well, that didn't last long. By the time he walked into this inn, he'd forgotten that you ever existed!"
    Juliette stared, then turned swimming eyes to the ceiling. Clara finished her ale and angrily told herself that she had no cause to apologize. Then Juliette apologized and made her feel as small as a mushroom.
    "I'm sorry." Juliette wiped her eyes and her nose. "You must think I have the manners of a fishwife considering how I've behaved. I apologize for being angry at you. It's just that I want this nightmare to be someone else's fault, not my husband's." Blinking, she glanced at Clara. "We should be sympathetic to each other. We've both been betrayed."
    Clara considered pointing out that Juliette had a foam mustache drooping across her upper lip. But she liked the idea of Juliette discovering the mustache later and being mortified.
    Usually Clara thought of herself as a good woman, but

Jean Jacques's other wife brought out her low-down, mean-as-a-cat wicked side.
    "I'm sorry, too," she said finally. "I guess at some point we're going to have to put this mess in the hands of the authorities and let the law sort everything out."
    Juliette looked horrified. "Put my husband in jail?"
    "I'm starting to think that's where my husband belongs. I'm starting to think he stole my money. And I'm starting to get mad about what he did to me."
    They stared at each other.
    "I think it's possible that Mr. Villette has amnesia," Juliette said. This time she tactfully chose not to refer to Jean Jacques as
her
husband while she explained her theory. "Since he couldn't remember, he thought he was free to fall in… to marry you."
    "That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard," Clara said after a minute. "And it doesn't explain identical wedding rings."
    They looked down at their left hands.
    "There has to be a reasonable explanation," Juliette insisted stubbornly. After a long silence, she sighed, "I've thought about everything, and I'm going to continue searching for him. Whether it's amnesia or not, I need to know why he did this to me."
    Clara studied the foam mustache on Juliette's upper lip. The little bubbles were starting to dry. "The reason is money. He stole our money. I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to go to Seattle and get my nest egg back!" When she found Jean Jacques she knew she would burst into tears and love him and hate him and pray that he could somehow make everything right and wonderful.
    Standing, she stared down at Juliette's slender fingers gripping the ale stein and glared at her rival's ring. No, her world would never be right and wonderful again.
    Juliette handed her the stein and then rubbed her forehead. "I can't think of a ladylike way to say that I'd prefer not to travel to Seattle with you."
    "Because we detest each other?"
    "It might be more tactful to say that we don't know each other and don't wish to."
    "Unfortunately, there's only one stage tomorrow. Unless you want to dawdle here for another day, that stage is your only way north to Seattle." Clara lifted her head and walked to the door. "I'll be on that stage." At the door she turned and looked back. Immediately she wished she hadn't.
    Juliette presented a picture of abject misery: sad reddened eyes, the unadorned virginal nightgown, a slumped posture that cried pain and defeat. Clara wondered how she had managed to get this far in her search for Jean Jacques.
    Sighing, she shook her head. She didn't need to lay out Mama's cards to read the future. Like it or not (and she didn't like it), she and Juliette would be traveling together.
    First, there was only the one northbound stage. Second, she didn't want Juliette to find Jean Jacques before she did. And third, Clara was cursed with a caregiving nature. On some idiotic but basic level she felt it her duty and her obligation to look after her husband's other wife, Jean Jacques would expect her to take Juliette in hand because clearly she was stronger and more wise to the world than