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"I know that, she replied, "but that is not going to stop them from looking and even striking up a con- versation..... Who should know better than you what men will try to do, And I had to admit she had me there.

We left the apartment and I was very much aware of the very small steps the sheath dress forced me to take. There was nothing in my appearance to indicate that I was not what I appeared to be. My new driver's license, along with makeup, keys and cigarettes were safely in the beaded clutch evening bag I carried.

For the first time since we had decided to take our vacation as we were doing, I drove the car to the res- taurant secure in the knowledge that even if we were stopped, we would not be embarrassed. The parking attendants opened the doors of the car so that Adele could get out at the same time. The attendant on my side offered me his hand to assist me in alighting and I was faintly aware that I deliberately kept my knees together and swiveled out of the car in this characteristic feminine manner.

Shortly after we were seated in a softly lighted booth, the waiter inquired, "Cocktails, ladies?" And we ordered two Pink Squirrels although normally I would have ordered scotch. The meal was superb and for the most part we found our conversation drifting to clothes, makeup, and a critical evaluation of how the other women in the res- taurant were dressed. I was grateful that except for an occasional glance from some of the men in the room, one approached us.

Before leaving the restaurant we went to the powder room to fix ourselves up at our prettiest before leaving. After we had touched up our makeup, I went before the mirror and adjusted my dress and hose faintly aware that Adele was looking at me as I did so, but in a somewhat different way than she had till now.

Soon we were home and after washing and getting into our nightclothes, Adele said that she would like to talk over a few things with me. "Marion, you were simply fabulous tonight! Do you know that there were times during the evening when even I forgot who you really