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buying anything new just now. So I’m stuck with them. And the odd thing is, this woman is just about your size and coloring. I think some of them would be perfect for you.”
    Amanda paused for breath and found Mary Gibson staring at her with that same wary cautious look. But there was something else in the woman’s eyes, too, a glint of hope and longing that nerved Amanda to continue with her story.
    Not that all of it was a complete lie. The clothes she was talking about did exist, all right. But they were Amanda’s own clothes, hanging in the bedroom closet of her apartment back in Austin.
    Amanda allowed herself a brief flash of private humor, thinking how aghast her New York friends would be if they knew that Amanda was proposing, quite literally, to give this virtual stranger the clothes off her back.
    But, Amanda told herself, they hadn’t heard Mary Gibson’s story. And they hadn’t seen that small shining smile of yearning. Besides, Amanda wasn’t being completely selfless. There was a plan forming at the back of her mind, a way that she might turn this generous impulse to her business advantage.
    â€œI couldn’t afford clothes like that,” Mary said finally, with a brief hopeless shrug. “They’d be far too expensive for my budget. Things are real tight around my place these days.”
    â€œYou might be surprised,” Amanda said. “You see, I’m just starting out in business, Mary, and things are awfully tight for me, too.”
    At least that statement was the absolute truth,Amanda told herself grimly, pausing to take a praline from a tray carried by Virginia Parks.
    â€œSo, what I’d be willing to do,” she went on, chewing the small sugary confection, almost overwhelmed by the delicious flavor, “is sell you a few of the outfits at cost, just to get them off my hands.”
    Mary hesitated. “How much would ‘cost’ be?” she asked after a moment.
    â€œWell, it varies, of course. One of the outfits I’m thinking of particularly is a two-piece suit, kind of a longer Chanel style, in a really soft wool that would be just lovely on you.”
    Amanda paused, feeling a tug of regret at the thought of parting with this particular suit, one of her personal favorites.
    â€œAnd how much would it be?” Mary asked.
    â€œLet me see…” Amanda pretended to calculate.
    â€œMy cost, plus shipping expenses, less dealer tax…I could probably let you have it for around a hundred, if you decided you liked it.”
    Mary’s weathered face brightened. “Really? That’s a pretty good deal, isn’t it?”
    Damn right it is, Amanda thought gloomily. Especially since I paid more than nine hundred for it at Saks just a couple of months ago….
    But her face betrayed none of these thoughts. “I think it’s a pretty good deal,” she agreed quietly. “And if you liked, I could bring a few of the other pieces, too, sweaters and blouses and slacks, and youcould try them on in private at home before you made a choice.”
    â€œOh,” Mary sighed. “Oh, my, that’d be so nice. You know,” she added impulsively, gazing at the younger woman, “I think I really need something like this, Miss Walker. My life’s been…”
    She paused and flushed awkwardly, then continued. “The way things have been happening, my life hasn’t been all that good lately. And I could really use a little lift like that. Something to make me feel…better about myself, you know?”
    â€œI know,” Amanda murmured. “I know you could, Mary. Everybody needs a lift now and then. When would you like me to bring the things over for you to try on?”
    â€œOh, any time, I guess. Would it be…would you be coming fairly soon?” Mary asked wistfully.
    Amanda nodded, considering the week ahead, reorganizing her schedule rapidly to accommodate another trip to