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    "Diamond-cluster earrings? That must have set Mignon back a pretty penny!" It was a voice I recognized. I looked up to see big- bodied, big-haired, big-moneyed Babs Braithwaite standing next to Harriet Wells.
    "Top producer for May," Harriet announced smugly. "Wait a minute," commanded Babs as she put a hand on Harriet's forearm. Then she steered Harriet in my direction, and addressed me. "Goldy? You're doing this banquet too? Are you ready for
    Charles's and my party?" Without waiting for a reply, she rushed on. "Harriet, do you know Goldy of Goldilocks' Catering in Aspen
    Meadow? Isn't that a cute little name? She didn't always do catering. She used to be married to a gorgeous doctor."
    Well, now, wasn't this nice. I stared at Babs Meredith Braithwaite and tried to think of something to say. Babs was about fifty, although the heavy makeup she wore over pockmarked skin made her look older. Charles Braithwaite, her reclusive microbiologist husband, was younger than his wife and reportedly quite handsome, but he hadn't inherited a fortune from the family butter company. With her bags of bucks, Babs spared no expense on decking herself out. Her large features were accented with masklike foundation and powder, dark smears of blush, black eyeliner, and long, false eyelashes. Her elaborately frosted hair was wildly poufed, and her expensive-looking dark silk dress was adorned with a fat corsage of pink roses and baby's breath. She looked like the mother of a Barbie doll. I was again conscious of my plain apron and unstylishly curly hair, worn Shirley Temple- style.
    "What was his name," Babs continued, tapping her bottom lip with a plump finger. "Well, of course. Korman! Doctor
    Korman."
    "No," said Harriet sadly.
    "I didn't know." Incredible, really. Someone, it always seemed, was still dying to share the news now five years old. It had been that long since I divorced John Richard Korman, whose initials made up his oh-so-appropriate nickname, the Jerk. People could never understand why I'd let such a good-looking and wealthy guy get away. They just didn't know about the violence. My descent into food service was observed with a pitying sneer. I was already working for Harriet's company. I'd be doing Babs's party in three days. Wasn't that enough? Why bother with the history? Because people can't resist being bitchy, Marla Korman, my best friend and the other ex-wife of Dr. Gorgeous, was fond of pointing out. Marla had recommended my business to Babs, so
    I kept mum and summoned a flat smile.
    "Goldy has garnered quite a reputation in Aspen Meadow," said Babs with a wide, explanatory sweep of her bejeweled hand, "for the success of her little business."
    "Yes." Harriet's saccharine tone was hard to decipher. Also around fifty, Harriet was as slender, petite, and understated as
    Babs was expansive. Her beehive of golden hair, impeccable makeup, and short, slender fingers with their manicured nails paired perfectly with her flared Chinese-style royal blue silk pants and matching sleeveless top. "Goldy and I have had many discussions about the lowfat food for our banquet. She was the one who pointed out that when people have fish for a main course, they always want chocolate for dessert! We're lucky she was able to come all the way down here."
    "I come to Denver all the time," I said, trying not to sound defensive. "I'm doing the food fair too."
    "You're doing the food fair? You shouldn't," Babs reprimanded. "You might just be overburdening yourself."
    Did I look as if I wanted advice from Babs Braithwaite? I scanned the room for Julian. Maybe if I appeared busy, these women would leave me alone.
    "Of course," Babs continued, "all the major food people in Denver will be here. The food fair is one of our benefits.
    Playhouse Southwest, do you know the group? We used to be called the Furman County Dramatic Auxiliary. We just did The
    Taming of the Shrew. Sound familiar? Didn't I tell you about it?"
    I nodded vapidly. Actually, I'd