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am. You are fine, and there’s nothing wrong with looking like a lady for a change. Come on. Get with the program here. The whole point is, if you look different, you’ll feel different.”
    â€œAnd what about you?”
    â€œI’d love to feel different. I’d love to not feel like a failure.”
    â€œYou didn’t fail. You had circumstances. And at least you took some control. What can I do?”
    â€œChange your style. For three hours. For one night. What could it hurt? We’ll show some leg, some bosom, and pay close attention to whoever comes into our orbit, and Eddie will sit up and take notice. Trust me.”

    â€œWho are you going to play sexy lady with?”
    â€œMy mirror,” Carrie said, holding a skirt up against Jeannie’s body. “Remember, I’m doing this for you.” But in truth, she wasn’t sure that she wasn’t doing it for herself as well.
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    THE GRANGE HALL was right in the middle of town behind the Main Street antique shops and village stores. Music was already blasting into the starry night when Carrie turned into the crowded parking lot.
    â€œI’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Jeannie said tentatively.
    â€œLet’s just go inside and see what Eddie says.”
    â€œHe won’t notice.”
    â€œHe’ll notice,” Carrie said firmly, turning off the ignition. “It’s just you haven’t worn a skirt in so long, you don’t know what to do with your legs.”
    â€œYeah. Maybe.”
    â€œLook, the real key is the pay-attention part, and getting what you expect. So you’d better aim high, Jeannie, because I expect Eddie to hustle you out of there inside an hour.”
    â€œA nice fantasy, Carrie.”
    â€œWell, visualize. The mind is very powerful. And you’ve been underutilizing your power. Come on.” Carrie swung out of the car and purposefully went around to Jeannie’s side and opened her door. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go...”
    â€œIt sounded better when you were reading about it,” Jeannie muttered. “Okay, I’m coming.” She felt naked even though she was smartly and thoroughly clothed. It was just that Carrie’s wardrobe didn’t run to T-shirts, denims, and sneakers.
    Carrie had found a stretchy bodysuit with a surplice
neckline that fit her, and they’d paired that with a long gauzy button-down skirt that revealed a lot of leg, and a pair of sandals. Jeannie had to admit wearing more sophisticated clothes did make her feel different; and they weren’t too outrageous, she consoled herself as she and Carrie climbed the steps to the hall. Of course, everyone probably expected that kind of thing from Carrie, who’d always had a reputation for dressing conspicuously. But her?
    Okay. She had to change that kind of thinking. Carrie had drilled it into her. The attitude tonight was not I can’t. She was supposed to be visualizing I can and I will. I can and I will walk into the crowd and expect that people are going to react positively to me.
    â€œHey Jeannie. Wow, you look nice.”
    â€œJeeeaannnieee—how you doin’?”
    â€œJeannie—come on over...”
    She turned and caught Carrie’s eye. Carrie grinned and waved her on.
    In the center of the hall, the musicians were taking a break and the crowd was milling around waiting for the start of the next set.
    â€œJeannie...let me look at you—”
    Carrie heard the affection in their voices as everyone called out to Jeannie, beloved, kind, gentle Jeannie who had been part of the community her whole life.
    Who couldn’t love Jeannie?
    What the hell was wrong with Eddie?
    Jeannie grabbed her arm. “He’s over there,” she whispered. “Near the bandstand. Surrounded as usual.”
    Carrie stared at him. Fifteen years had put weight on Eddie Gerardo, and diminished some of his hair. But otherwise,