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slapping her end of the table with a giggle. “Next time, you’ll have to bring a friend for me.”
    Mary passed through the swinging kitchen door with a gasp. “What did I tell you?”
    Ventura dumped her dishes in the sink in disbelief. “Those guys are at least twice our age.”
    “Politicians think they can get away with it.”
    “Yuck!”
    “No joke.”
    Ventura heaved a sigh and leaned back against the counter. “What was Nanette thinking?”
    “Maybe they looked good to her. ” Mary shrugged. “Her judgement’s not all that, you know.”
    “I wish we’d had some warning.”
    “Nanette’s sneaky that way. Though she’ll usually drop a hint.” Mary suspiciously eyed Ventura. “Did she say anything to you? Anything at all?”
    “She might have made some mild suggestion on my way out the door this morning.” Ventura grimaced. “But honestly, I had no idea.”
    “No, of course you didn’t.”
    “I’m sorry this had to happen to you on your first day of your new job. How did it go?”
    “I burned the coffee.”
    “I’m sure they’ll forgive you.”
    “Four times.”
    “But I thought you’d worked at a coffee shop?”
    “Serving, not cooking.”
    “Well, I missed my Metro stop.”
    “You what?”
    She smiled mysteriously. “That didn’t mean I couldn’t find a Washington hottie to help me.”
    “Ventura! What are you talking about? You met someone?”
    “I saw Richard,” Ventura whispered. “And, oh my goodness, Mary, I looked a total wreck.”
    Mary paused a beat to study her. “You don’t look bad now.”
    “It was worse in the morning with run pantyhose and wild wet hair.”
    Mary cupped her mouth with her hand. “Are you serious?”
    “Naturally, Richard was as put together as always.”
    “He’s impeccable, that one is. I want the name of his tailor.”
    Ventura produced Richard’s business card. “Well, you can call him and ask.”
    Mary expression brightened. “Nice work. He gave you his card? What’s up?”
    Ventura felt her face fall at the admission. “He wants a nanny.”
    “That’s it?”
    “Oh, girls!” Nanette hollered from the next room. “Your gentlemen friends are growing restless!”
    Mary opened her mouth and stuck in a finger, making a gagging motion.
    Ventura giggled before growing serious again. “What are we doing to do?”
    “We’ve got to get rid of them.”
    “The sooner the better. But how?”
    Mary pursed her lips in thought, then pulled a carton of ice cream from the freezer with an evil grin. “Men a la mode?” she whispered to Ventura. And then, much more loudly, she called to Nanette, “Coming right up!”

    A few minutes later, Ventura primly carted in dessert plates loaded with generous slices of pecan pie. Mary followed with a container of ice cream and a solid silver scoop.
    Larry eyed Ventura lasciviously as she set down his plate. “Why, thanks, sweetness.”
    Mary coquettishly batted her eyelashes. “Ice cream with that?”
    Larry licked his lips, and Ventura shuddered. “Tasty-tasty.”
    With incredible cool, Mary dug a huge mound of ice cream out of the box then… “Whoops! Oh, heavens to Betsy!” she proclaimed, putting on an exaggerated Southern tone. “Just what have I done?”
    “Hey!” Larry spewed, springing from his chair as the cold ball of French Vanilla landed square in his lap.
    Ventura set down Louis’s dessert with a smile. “How about you?”
    “I’m sure he wants some too,” Mary went on without skipping a beat. Before Louis could get another word out, she’d scooped out two more hunks of ice cream and “Uh-oh!”
    “Oh dear.” Ventura brought her hands to her cheeks, surveying the double balls nestled together above Louis’s plaid pants.
    He pushed back in his chair with a scowl, sweeping the ice cream balls off his lap and onto the Oriental carpet under the table.
    “My good rug!” Nanette cried with dismay.
    Louis stood haughtily, joining Larry by the door in the foyer.
    “I