“Sounds like it’s all handled, then,” Will said. “What time is the contest?”
“Oh, not until six,” Isabel replied. “We have time.”
Even so, they all trooped out of the store then, Rosemary pausing to lock up and turn on the alarm as she went. She waved at the other two couples as they got into Audrey’s CR-V, then gingerly climbed into Will’s Dodge Challenger — a feat that wasn’t as easy as it looked, what with her floofy skirts and feather in her hair, not to mention the corset. It was a real one with metal bones, made for reenactors, and bending over in the thing was kind of a challenge.
“I don’t know how women managed back in the day,” she remarked as Will helped her with the seatbelt, since she wasn’t very bendable.
“I kind of doubt they were getting in and out of muscle cars,” he re
