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"Okay. Be right down."

"I can't believe I'm going to say this to one of my children, butтАж"
Susan started toward the door. "If you open one of those books again,
you're grounded."

"Yes, ma'am." Kate crossed to her dresser and chose a pair of socks from
an orderly pile. Beneath the carefully folded socks was her secret stash
of Weight-On, which had done pitifully little to put more pounds onto
her bones. After tugging the socks on, she downed a couple of aspirin to
kick back the headache that was just beginning to stir.

"It's about time." Margo met her at the top of the stairs. "Josh and Mr.
T are already stringing the lights."

"That could take hours. You know how they love to argue whether they
should go clockwise or counterclockwise." Tilting her head, she gave
Margo a long study. "What the hell are you all dolled up for?"

"I'm simply being festive." Margo smoothed the skirt of her holly-red
dress, pleased that the scoop neckline hinted at cleavage. She'd slipped
on heels, determined that Josh should notice her legs and remember she
was a woman now. "Unlike you, I don't choose to trim the tree wearing
rags."

"At least I'll be comfortable." Kate sniffed. "You've been into Aunt
Susie's perfume."

"I have not." Lifting her chin, Margo fluffed at her hair. "She offered
me a spritz."

"Hey," Laura called from the bottom of the staircase, "are you two going
to stand up there arguing all night?"

"We're not arguing. We were complimenting each other on our attire."
Snickering, Kate started down.

"Dad and Josh are nearly finished with their debate over the lights."
Laura shot a look across the spacious foyer toward the family parlor.
"They're smoking cigars."

"Josh smoking a cigar?" Kate snorted at the image.

"He's a Harvard man now." Laura affected an exaggerated New England
accent. "You've got shadows under your eyes."

"You've got stars in yours," Kate countered. "And you're all dressed up
too." Annoyed, Kate pulled at her sweatshirt. "What's the deal?"

"Peter's dropping by later." Laura turned to the foyer mirror to check