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"Not even a new face?"

"Mom! We've been through this before. My face is fine."

"It's not very fashionable. Why seem common? All your friends..."

"All my friends look the same now!"

"Stylish," retorted Con's mother, "that's what they look. I told your father when he named you
'Constance' it would make you old-fashioned."

"You used to tell me it'd make me rich, like my ancestor that discovered all that gold."

"Oh yes," said Mother, "the family legend. Well, you don't have to look like a nineteenth-century woman,
just because you're named after one."

"Mom, could we stop this. If you want me to go, I need to weigh these so I can finish packing."

Mother held up a swimsuit, saying, "This certainly isn't going to put you over your limit."

"We're going to an island, there'll only be the three of us."

'The three of you?"

"He's taking Sara," said Con.

"The new one? What's she like?"

"We didn't talk much. She seems fairly young. She looks a lot like Daddy's last wife."

"The next one will probably be younger than you," said Mother.

"Maybe there won't be a next one," said Con.

Her mother's face colored at that remark. 'There's always another one. But I gave him his only child," she
said with fierce satisfaction. "Take that trip and have a good time. I'll leave you to finish packing."

"Don't let Daddy know I told you about it."

"Small chance of that," said Mother as she left the room.

Con sighed and looked at the pile of clothes on the bed. Ten kilograms was not a lot of clothes,
especially since Daddy insisted she bring two dinner dresses. She put a light sweater in the duffel bag
along with the underwear and made one more trip to the scales. When she took off her shoes and put
them on the bag, she was still over. She rummaged through the bag and removed her makeup case.
There, she thought as the scale registered ten kilograms, no one will really care how 1 look anyway. If
Daddy wants me made up for dinner, I'll borrow Sara's. I bet she didn't have a weight limit.
When Con put the makeup case back on her bureau, she saw herself in the mirror. Her short, brown hair
framed large hazel eyes, a petite nose and full lips. She would have been considered pretty in earlier