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remember this. It's from her table!" She unfolded a white lace table runner that had been in Drea's home. Her eyes filled. "This is beautiful. Thank you."
    "Mama always thought of you as her adopted daughter," Drea said. "I have a few other gifts in here for you, but those can wait. I wanted to do this one while we were alone."
    "Thank you and give your mother this for me." Polly kissed Drea on both cheeks and pulled her into a hug.
    "Okay, enough emotion. Let's go out and see how long Bunny keeps us waiting. Your friends probably think that she's the most ridiculous person they've ever met."
    "They know their share of crazy," Polly said. "I'm just excited that all of you finally have an opportunity to meet each other."
    The two girls re-entered the living room to gales of laughter.
    "What are you telling them?" Polly asked Sal.
    "We were just talking about the flight out from Boston. There was a little old man who insisted that he was going to sit with me. He kept trying to hold my hand, telling me that he'd never flown before. Fortunately, we left him in Chicago."
    Polly and Drea sat back down on the sofa, waiting for Bunny to emerge.
    "I'm getting kind of hungry." Beryl tapped her watch impatiently. "How long is this going to take?"
    "I don't know," Polly said, sighing. "I'll check." She got up and walked toward Bunny's room, hoping the girl would just open the door and come out. When she got there, she rapped twice. "Bunny, sweetie? We're starving. Can you hurry it up?"
    "I'm almost there. I want to be perfect. You never know who I'll meet."
    "It's a diner, sweetie. Just hurry."
    Bunny flung the door open and danced around Polly. "Am I casual enough?" she asked. She was wearing stilettos, a pair of pale yellow capris and a layered, flouncy yellow top. Her hair had been teased into submission and she wore a pair of hoop earrings that were at least three inches in diameter.
    "You'll do," Polly said, trying not to look too shocked. "Let's get something to eat. I want to hear everything that has been happening in your life." She took Bunny's arm and propelled her to the front door. "Sal, will you drive? We won't fit in my truck."
    "Absolutely," Sal said. "Let's head out." She turned to Lydia, Andy and Beryl. "Thanks for being so patient."
    "As long as I get food, I won't get murderous," Beryl said. "And I'd better get food soon."
    "Beryl," Lydia warned, in her best mother voice.
    "What? I'm starving!"

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR

     
    Polly paced back and forth late that night while Henry lay back on the pillow with his hands beh ind his head. "Just come to bed," he said. "You can't fix anything by worrying about it."
    "Were you even there? I wanted to smack the twit," Polly said. "What is her problem? I do not remember it being this bad."
    "You dealt with her, Polly. She settled down."
    "But, everyone was uncomfortable. I couldn't wait to get out of there. The one weekend I want to enjoy my friends and little Miss Twit-face has to come into town and make it all about her."
    "Polly, you have to let this go. No one else was as exasperated by her behavior as you were. Even Mark and Sal ignored her."
    "But, she was practically in his damned lap. She knows they are a thing, but did she care?" Polly turned on him. "No. As the only unmarried man at the table, he was going to damned well pay attention to her. Damn it, Henry. I want to drive her little ass down to Des Moines tomorrow and put her on a plane back to Boston. I don't want her ruining any more of this weekend."
    "I'll bet that after the public scolding you gave her, she'll be on her best behavior."
    Polly flopped belly-down on the bed beside him. "I'm so embarrassed. I was just so mad. When she ran her hand through Mark's hair, I was done."
    "You know. Sal probably could have taken care of it herself and since Mark wasn't encouraging anything, she wasn't worried. Even I saw that."
    "But, I'm her friend. Or at least I'm supposed to be. I've seen Bunny play