In a Class by Itself

Chapter One She was nervous. "You're being ridiculous," she muttered to herself. "Stop it." Unfortunately, knowing such nervousness was ridiculous didn't make it miraculously disappear. And when one began talking to one's self, things had come to a sad pass. Her clammy hands shook as she locked the car door behind her and tucked the eelskin purse under her arm. She ran one of those damp, trembling hands over her golden hair. It had been wound into a chic, tight chignon at the nape of her neck. If only her anxiety could be as easily controlled as her hair. Taking one last deep breath, she followed the sidewalk to the Elks Lodge. Music popular a decade ago was blaring from the building. She went through the door which had been propped open to prevent a bottleneck. The bass percussion of the music hit her like a soft blow to the chest. Brilliant beams of light struck her eyes as the spotlighted mirrored ball rotated overhead. Laughter and noisy conversation rippled over her in palpable waves. Her senses were stimulated by the very vibrancy of the party, yet she stood uncertainly just inside the door. "Dani! Oh, my heavens, it's Dani! Dani Quinn!" The woman sitting behind the table that served as a registration desk jumped from her post and rounded the table with her arms spread wide. Dani was enclosed in a vigorous hug against breasts that were even more pillowy than they had been ten years ago. At that time those breasts had been the envy of every girl in the class; indeed, in the school. The bearer of the enviable bosom pushed Dani back and gave her a long, thorough once-over. Disgust registered on her animated face. "I swear to God, I hate you. You haven't gained one damn pound in ten years! You're gorgeous. Gorgeous!" Dani laughed. "Hello, Spud . . . I mean Rebecca." "Hell, it's still Spud!" the woman shouted on a raucous laugh. "You mean you still like french fries?" Spud patted hips that had finally caught up to the proportions of her chest, possibly even exceeded them. "Can't you tell?" The women laughed and hugged each other again. "You'll never change, Spud. It's so good to see you." "And you, though we see you in the Dallas papers all the time. I was hoping that up close I would be able to see signs of age or at least detect telltale scars." She inspected Dani's hairline closely. "No face-lift. Just naturally beautiful and ageless, dammit. Stay away from Jerry," she growled. "You and Jerry are still together?" "Hell, yes. Who else would put up with me?" Jerry and Spud had gone together since their sophomore year in high school. Dani envied them their uncomplicated life together. "Children?" "Four. Heathens all. But they're with a sitter tonight and I've forgotten them for several blessed hours in which I plan to get downright tipsy." She turned back to the table. "Here's your name tag, not that anyone will have forgotten you. Most beautiful girl in the class." "Thank you." Spud yanked the back off the sticky side of the name tag and maternally attached it to Dani's raw silk sheath. "You put us hicks to shame, Dani. Just look at this dress." She ran her friendly gaze over Dani's svelte figure, took in the wide, braided belt with its overlarge brass buckle, the eelskin pumps that matched her handbag. "Neiman-Marcus? But then you always did make the rest of us lookBrown, Sandra is the author of 'In a Class by Itself' with ISBN 9780553576023 and ISBN 055357602X.