"I rarely eat at homo when Joanne's not horo to propara dinner. I either dine out or," she shrugged her shoulders lightly, "I just don't bother to eat at all." Evadno di sappeared into the kitchen.

Van thought how Evadno's figure, almost too slender now, bore witness to this statement, She took a long sip of her drink and marvelled at the change in the girl. Van smiled to herself. Evadne was no longer a girl, Van was not di spleased with what she saw now. Obviously, Evadne had "come up in the world". But she remomborod the chubby, rather naive, completely uncomplex littlo--girl was the only word to describe her--Evadne had been six years ago, and wondered where she went. Now Evedne was a women, brittle, sophisticated, well-groomed (in a way she rominded her of a young Denise) and obviously accustomed to a more luxurious life. Van took not o of the surroundings, at the severe, contemporary decor reflecting the ultimate in expensive tasto, and contrasted it with the tiny, homey guest cottage Evadne had on Bluffton Drive in the suburbs when they had first known each other.....

Van

"No more drinks for you, Van, you're getting mawki sh." chuckled to herself and approached the hi-fi. What over guided her fingers to the album of tangos from in back of the bottom shelf she didn't know. Somo perverse quirk impelled her to arrange them in succossion on the recordplayer. She turned the volume up--just a little. Soon tho strains of "Blue Tango" throbbed through the room, Tho crash of a plato in the kitchen told Van her record solection had had its effect. So Evadne remembered, too.

Van strode toward the kitche. queried.

"Having troubles?" Sho

Evadno was busy sweeping up the fragments of a broken plato. Her face was flushed, but Van couldn't be sure bo whether it was from the drinking, exasperation at having broken the plate, the heat of the broiler in the small kitchen, or the memories evoked by "Blue Tango".

I hope you don't mind my coming out to your kitch'.

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