“Why are you still in your pajamas on Christmas Day? We’re going to have champagne and everything. Why don’t you at least put on a pair of jeans?” But Jane turned on the television and wrapped herself in a blanket and watched the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. She was uneasy and sullen and overcome by a familiar feeling of dread which she was trying not to dwell upon. It was not as threatening if it remained amorphous, if she did not pin it down. With the effort not to think, her face took on a vaguely truculent expression, dull-eyed and grimly set through the mouth and jaw, and when Claudia looked in on her again, she thought that Jane might be coming down with a flu. Claudia herself was frenetic with energy. She had thrown off all traces of lassitude and had been up since dawn. She had put on a dark maroon velvet dress with a fitted shirtwaist bodice and a huge collar that framed her face in a way that gave her features sweetness, so that with her frothy hair she looked like a valentine.
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