Chapter Twelve
The Party
One day Lisa told Rachel that they were going to host a large party on the coming weekend.
“What’s the occasion?” asked the girl, looking up from her text.
The older woman smiled airily, but the set of her lips seemed a little mischievous somehow as she answered, “Oh, I don’t know, dearie. Rick and I finally decided, ah…” A smile twitched again, then was gone. “Well,” she concluded, “it just seemed like it had been awhile since we had done any entertaining, and this was the perfect time.”
Rachel accepted this slightly prevaricating answer with a little facial shrug. But then she bit her lip, considering. “So…” Surely there would be people from school coming—professors and their spouses, maybe department chairs, almost any of whom might recognize her. “Do you
