PreludeThe girls sounded drunk. Eileen stood in the salon’s fitting room, picking up bits and pieces of a chatty-Cathy convention. From the main room came an unending stream from her daughter, her recently-acquired daughter-in-law, and her soon-to-be stepdaughter. Eileen would have been pleased had her two girls just gotten along with Tommy’s daughter, but now she sometimes thought they might be triplets separated-at-birth.
Much as Eileen enjoyed hearing the three, her mind drifted far from them as she saw herself in the mirrors. The process was far enough along and today was for final adjustments, her next appearance at the salon simply to make sure everything fit perfectly. The wedding was three weeks away.
She saw herself in the mirrors. She was no child, far from it as she neared fif
