Nightshade

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thought.
You care if he comes back.

    CHAPTER 4
             
    “THAT DOESN’T GO there! why can’t you do anything right?”
    Joan’s hands tightened on the dress she was holding. Pale blue, the bodice covered with seed pearls, the satin dress had been her mother’s favorite. But that was years ago, and even though the dress had been kept carefully hung in the closet since the one time it was worn, the color had begun to fade and the material to rot. In fact, it should have been given away years ago, while someone could still use it. Now it was beyond repair — not that it would be worth repairing, since the seed pearls were plastic and the satin was made of rayon instead of silk. But in her mother’s eyes the dress was still beautiful.
    As beautiful as it had once been . . .
    *                                     *                                     *
    JOAN STOOD AT the door to her sister’s room, her eyes fixed on the large gray cardboard box on cynthia’s bed. She knew what was in the box, for it was all her mother and sister had been talking about for weeks.
    The dress.
    The dress Cynthia would wear tomorrow night when she went to the prom with Marty Holmes.
    The dress that Cynthia and their mother had started planning weeks ago, on the day Marty asked Cynthia to the prom.
    The dress that Mrs. Fillmore had made, making Cynthia come over for fittings day after day.
    “I’m starting to hate that dress,” Cynthia had whispered to her last week. “I can never stand still enough for Mrs. Fillmore, and she always sticks pins in me, like I’m some kind of voodoo doll or something.”
    “But Mom says it’s going to be the most beautiful dress anyone’s ever seen,” Joan said. “If she finds out you don’t even like it — ”
    Cynthia, four years older than her twelve-year-old sister, fixed her eyes on Joan. “Why would she find that out?” she asked. “I’m not going to tell her — if she wants me to wear the stupid dress, I’ll wear it. What do I care?”
    “Don’t you even want to go to the prom?” Joan asked wistfully. Since the moment she’d heard about the prom, she thought everything about it sounded wonderful. All the boys would be dressed up in dinner jackets, and the girls would wear beautiful dresses, but none of them as beautiful as Cynthia’s. The wonderfully soft and smooth satin from which Mrs. Fillmore was making the dress was the exact same blue as Cynthia’s eyes, and the dressmaker was even letting Cynthia wear a string of her own pearls.
    “They’re not quite real,” she’d admitted to her mother when she brought them over. “But they match the seed pearls on the bodice perfectly.”
    Joan had stared longingly at the pearls, wishing she could try them on, but knowing she shouldn’t even ask.
    Maybe in four years, when it was time for her own prom . . .
    “I don’t care if I go or not,” Cynthia said, finally answering the question that had begun Joan’s reverie. “And I sure don’t want to go over to old Mrs. Fillmore’s again.” She cocked her head then, her eyes fixed on her younger sister. “Why don’t you go to the fitting tomorrow?”
    Joan’s eyes widened. “Me?”
    “Why not?” Cynthia countered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
    “But it won’t fit — ” Joan began.
    Cynthia didn’t let her finish. “It won’t matter if it doesn’t fit perfectly, because she’s only doing the hemline tomorrow! Stand up.”
    Joan scrambled off Cynthia’s bed.
    “Stand next to me.”
    Joan moved next to her sister, who was standing in front of the full length mirror on her closet door.
    “See? It’ll be perfect!”
    Joan gazed at the two images in the mirror. There was no resemblance at all. Cynthia’s figure was almost perfect — Joan’s own chest looked completely flat compared to her older sister’s, and where Cynthia’s body was all soft curves, her own was nothing but

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