She knew everyone here. Other than the three men she had fixed Patricia up with, they were all hospital people. Impromptu dinner parties among this set weren’t unheard of, but they didn’t normally include white-coated caterers, a piano player, and an open bar.And the oddness of that didn’t even approach the oddness of Patricia herself. She was doing the whole ice-princess routine tonight. She stood near the piano, wearing a white silk pantsuit with a scoop neck that scooped far enough to show off her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. If Rita knew her friend, those glittery things around her neck and hanging from her ears were real diamonds. She doubted the glittery things on Patricia’s sandals were real, but they sure were sparkly. Patricia’s hair appeared to have been professionally done—not swept up in the usual twist but into an elaborate coil on top of her head with decorative curls complementing her earrings.She played the perfect hostess, circulating and chatting with everyone, but since she’d invited not one but three blind dates, the whole night felt like The Dating Game.
