“I have an appointment,” she’d said. “Wear a dress, and make sure Alabama looks nice, too.” “What kind of appointment?” “An important appointment. You need to be here at ten o’clock on the nose.” Probably it had to do with her lawyer, which would explain the mystery. Gladys had been raised in the days of party lines and still didn’t trust phones for talking about anything financial or legal. The instructions to be nicely dressed also seemed peculiar, but Gladys believed any errand that involved “going downtown” required a dress, dress shoes, and substantial foundation garments. She wore a girdle to get her teeth cleaned. The secrecy of her mother’s plans aggrieved Bev, especially since she was having to skip an in-service day. Sneaky was the fashion, evidently, like Alabama and her Jackson correspondence. No one was behaving how she wanted them to, Bev thought as they were on the road to Dallas. Her mother was being mysterious. Derek wasn’t calling. Glen wasn’t fading into the background.
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