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} She sensed he was asking about more than just TIME

"Tomorrow? No, I'm moonlighting Tuesday night." She started a
twelve-hour shift at Lynnbrook at eight.

"Wednesday night? " '"Sorry. Moonlighting again." But she didn't
want to turn him down flat. "Maybe we could get together for an early
bite before I go on duty. Or wait till Friday." '"Friday's a long way
off. An early bite it will be. Anyplace special you'd like to go?

" "You schoose."

"Okay. I will." He pulled a small leather folder from his pocket and
gave her two cards along with a pen. "Give me your number and I'll
call when I think of an appropriate place." She wrote down her number
and handed back the cards. He returned the bottom card to her.

"That one's for you. Call me any time you witness a federal crime. "
He waved and moved off. "I'll call you tonight or tomorrow." And then
he was hurrying through the glistening marble whiteness toward the
exit. Gin glanced at his card, Gerald Canney, Special Agent, Federal
Bgreav of Investigation.

She smiled. Gerry was an FBI man? Amazing. She'd always imagined him
going into business. Who'd have ever thought? And now the former
major heartthrob of Washington-Lee High wanted to take her out. Who'd
ever believe that?

She just hoped they didn't wind up at a pasta place. That wouldn't be
funny.

Pasta . . . when had she picked up that name? Freshman year?

Somewhere around the time her hormones had begun to flow. Overnight
she'd seemed to balloon. It was horrible.

She couldn't squeeze into her clothes. Her breasts were growing, which
was fine, but so were her thighs and hips and waistline. She hadn't
changed her eating habits but her body seemed to have stopped burning
off the calories she'd once been able to pack away. She'd gone from
slightly above average to obese in less than a year. She'd wanted to
die.

Her father couldn't see a problem■"There's more of you to love! " was
definitely not a solution to her misery. Mama understood, and together
they started a diet, but already it was too late. The school comedians
couldn't resist "Pasta" Panzella.

She changed internally as well, becoming moody and reclusive. Looking