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seen. It was no longer in the shop window, but Shelley insisted they must have at least one more somewhere. When she offered, quite firmly, to help the assistant manager find it in storage at the back of the shop, suddenly the young woman remembered where it was kept.
    Jane agreed it was exactly what she needed. And the price was much less than she’d feared. Shelley spotted a few new pieces of jewelry in the shop and made Jane try on a ring that had the same pretty paste stone as the pin. Jane didn’t normally wear any rings at all for fear they’d either be impossible to squeeze back over her knuckle or be big enough to fall off unnoticed.
    But Shelley said it fit perfectly and would do neither. Jane plunked down her credit card. When Shelley was so sure of something, there was no point in arguing. Shelley would just come back and buy it for Jane as a gift.
    Jane put the pin on her sweater, the ring on her finger, and said, “We’re going to be late for the one-thirty session. Let’s go.“
    Unfortunately, none of the one-thirty sessions especially interested either of them, so out of loyalty they went to the one where Felicity Roane was a panelist.
    Even Felicity looked bored by the topic, which was “Planning Your Own Future in Publishing.“
    One of the baby agents went on and on about how your agent could map out a plan to follow.
    “And what if the agent decides to have a baby and is off work for the first two years of its life?“ Felicity asked. “Things like this happen. Editors become agents to make more money. Editors move to other publishing houses at the speed of light. Agents move to new agencies and writers get stuck with their assistant, who hasn’t ever read one of your books and doesn’t want to.“
    She went on, “As an author, the only thing you can control in this business is the quality of your work. And your reputation as a professional—producing manuscripts on time, making sure there are as few errors as possible. Not behaving as if you were their only author.“
    “Oh dear, Ms. Roane, these things you’ve cited that go wrong at the publishing end don’t happen that often,“ the baby agent said with a giggle.
    “How long since you graduated from college, my dear?“ Felicity asked with a smile, but with fire in her eyes.
    “Only two years. Vassar,“ the baby agent answered proudly. “But I’ve learned a lot about the business since then.“
    “I’ve been publishing my work for twenty-one years,“ Felicity said. “Bear with me. I really do know just a little bit more about this than you do.“
    The moderator jumped in and changed the subject and directed an extremely innocuous question about customary contract terms to another of the panelists.
    “Poor Felicity,“ Jane said to Shelley under her breath. “She’s running out of patience with fools, and I don’t blame her.“
    The rest of the session wound down without any other problems but not much information either. Shelley and Jane went up to the speakers’ table when the session was over. Everyone but Felicity had already fled. Felicity had taken out her contacts and was dumping everything in her purse hunting for her glasses.
    She glanced up at them, smiling. “I made a bit of an ass of myself. But I was right and that little girl wasn’t.“
    “Everybody knew that,“ Jane said.
    “At least I’m done,“ Felicity said with a sigh. “I have no more obligations. Don’t you have an appointment pretty soon with that editor I suggested?“ she asked Jane.
    “At three,“ Jane said.
    “I think you’ll like her. She’s a grown-up. That’s a pretty pin on your sweater.“
    Jane went back up to the suite to retrieve her second copy of the first three chapters and the outline. Shelley came along. “What session do you want me to attend while you’re busy?“ Shelley asked.
    “I don’t see anything very interesting,“ Jane said, glancing at the brochure. “Why don’t you just veg out?“
    “No, I’m going