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they appraised each other. Margo was wearing quite a bit of makeup, including some bright red lipstick that looked like wet paint. Sadie tsked in her mind over the tight pink tank top that left too little to the imagination. Margo was trim and athletic, but she was close to forty; and regardless of age and fitness level, modesty was a good rule of thumb for any woman.
    After a few seconds, Margo shook her head and smiled sympathetically. “You can’t go to a bar looking like that.”
    Sadie looked down at her khaki capris, cute brown sandals with just a hint of a heel, and flowing patterned blouse with a little ruffle at the neck. Caro had helped her reinvent her wardrobe with regular shopping trips to the fabulous boutiques in Old Town. Sadie was better dressed than she’d been in years.
    “I thought I looked nice,” she said, frowning. She eyed Margo’s top again and hoped she wasn’t supposed to dress like that.
    “Exactly,” Margo said, taking Sadie by the shoulders and turning her back to the house. “Too nice. It’s not that kind of bar.”
    Fifteen minutes later, Sadie stood in front of the full-length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door in her apartment and pulled at the black fitted T-shirt she usually wore underneath other shirts, not by itself. It hadn’t fit this well a year ago, however. One of the positive side effects of Sadie’s trip to Kaua’i last spring was that she’d lost her appetite and, in the process, dropped nearly twenty pounds. Of course, she’d gained half of it back once she came home thanks to a six-week trip to England with her two children. But within a week of returning from that trip, she was in New Mexico and Caro was dragging Sadie to her Zumba and spinning classes every day.
    Sadie hated the bikes, but the Latin American dance class was kind of fun. She didn’t have Caro’s moves, but the other people in the class didn’t seem to mind that she flopped around like a drunken monkey in the back of the room. She’d lost five pounds of the weight she’d gained back. Though she felt arrogant to say so, even to herself, she looked good in the top Margo had picked out for her. In addition, Margo had chosen a pair of Sadie’s straight leg jeans and folded them up into too-wide cuffs. A pair of silver ballet flats out of Sadie’s closet and a chunky turquoise necklace of Caro’s that Sadie hadn’t returned yet completed the outfit to Margo’s standards.
    While Sadie changed her clothes, Margo had gone out to her car to get her purse—for finishing touches she said. She was already back by the time Sadie stepped out of the bathroom to reveal her new, dirtied-up-barfly look.
    “Still a little dressy,” Margo said, slapping Sadie’s hands away when she folded her arms over her stomach. “But better.”
    Dressy? Jeans and a T-shirt? “Can I wear some footsy socks with these shoes? Otherwise my feet will sweat.”
    Margo laughed, then started rummaging in her purse.
    Sadie took that as permission and found a pair of black booties. Once her feet were back in the shoes, Margo handed her a tube of lipstick. Apparently her barely-there lip gloss wasn’t bar-worthy either. The glossy red wasn’t totally wrong for her complexion, but the darker color meant she had to take a minute to darken her eye makeup and blush so that it all coordinated.
    Margo used some aerosol hairspray to make Sadie’s chin-length, salt-and-pepper hair a little bigger before pronouncing her ready for the bar scene.
    Sadie looked one last time at her semi-trashy reflection before grabbing her purse, again, and turning off the lights of the apartment, again. Thank goodness she wouldn’t have to worry about seeing anyone she knew while she was out tonight. Well, other than the members of the dig crew.
    It was harder to sneak past Caro this time. She’d looked up when Sadie and Margo had come back inside, and was therefore alert when the two of them headed for the front door. She lifted her