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asked Emma incredulously. "Tell me you don't really have a butler named Jeeves."
"Sorry," said Emma with a rueful smile. "But that really is his name. Anyway, to
change the subject-please, please let's change the subject- you ladies look
extremely sizzling tonight yourselves." Sam spread her long arms wide to show
off her black T-shirt dress. The sleeves had been cut into strips at the top of
the arm. The strips were then beaded and knotted into fringe that fell from each
sleeve. The same knotted, beaded fringe fell from the short hemline. With her
characteristic flair for fashion, Sam had belted the dress with an Indian-beaded
belt that showed off her slender waist to full advantage.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "The monsters and I sat on the porch last night and
each made ourselves one. We cut the fringe, put the beads on, everything. Of
course, mine came out much better than theirs did." The "monsters" were Becky
and Allie Jacobs, thirteen-year-old identical twins whom Sam was taking care of
this summer. "It doesn't look tacky or anything, does it?" Sam questioned, her
brash, self-assured demeanor fading for just a moment.
"You look fabulous, as always," said Emma. Five feet ten inches and willowy, Sam
rarely looked anything less than spectacular in whatever she wore. Her long,
curly red hair and her beautiful, perfectly made-up face made Sam a knockout.
"Forget it," scoffed Carrie. "I'm not standing next to you guys anymore. I would
have to pick two beauty queens to be my best friends. Good going, Carrie." "Get
off it," said Sam. "You are seriously adorable and you know it. Or at least you
should. And if I could just get the teeniest little bit of makeup on that
Ivory-girl face, you'd have every guy on this isIand falling down stone dead in
his tracks." "No thanks. That's not me," said Carrie lightly.
"Besides, I wouldn't want to have to step over all those dead bodies." Despite
her joking manner, Carrie did hope she looked good that night. She'd combed out
her long chestnut-brown hair until it shone and worn her best hammered-silver
hoop earrings. She was wearing a calf-length, yellow-and-blue striped pinafore
jumper over a yellow T-shirt with rolled sleeves. She'd liked the outfit when
she put it on. Now she wondered if it looked babyish. "Does this really look
okay?" she asked.
"It's summery and casual, but pretty. It's very you," Emma assured her. "You
look like you've lived on Sunset IsIand all your life." "Thanks," said Carrie,
turning back to watch the frenetic activity all around her.
"Let's see if we recognize anyone in the audience," Emma suggested. The girls
walked to the front of the stage and parted the thick velvet curtains. The seats
were filling up rapidly. "There are the Hewitts," said Emma, spotting Jane and
Jeff Hewitt, the husband-and-wife law partners she worked for. "They seem so,
you know, old to me. It's odd to think of them liking rock and roll." "I'll bet
Graham Perry is somewhere around their age," Carrie reminded Emma.
"That's unbelievable," said Sam, shaking her head as though this was somehow sad
news.
Unbelievable, Carrie echoed in her thoughts as she gazed out at the throng of
people taking their seats. Yes, that was a pretty good word to describe all that
had happened since they'd arrived on chic Sunset IsIand to work as au pairs for
some of the wealthy families who vacationed there.
The first completely unbelievable thing was that Carrie had been hired by the
Templetons- as in Claudia and Graham Perry Templeton. It turned out that
Templeton was Graham Perry's real last name but Carrie hadn't known who her
employers really were until she arrived on the isIand. Mr. Rudolph, the