Without a wordI did as she said, raced to the other room, stripped and put on abra and breast forms, selected a blue-striped stretchy blouse anda plai... black pencil skirt and put them on, brushed my hair intofringe bangs, and took just time enough to pencil on eyeliner,smudge shadow on my eyelids, and swipe on a dark lipstick. Islipped into wedgie sandals and clipped on simple button earrings,then returned to our bedroom.Nicole was now finishing her own make-up, seated at her vanity. I hoped that I hadn't frightened her away permanently.Maybe, I thought, she'd be at the house when I got home after the game.She wasn't.The next night, she was still missing from her box seat near third base, and I was getting concerned. I called her after the game, and got her answering machine. She couldn't come to the phone right now, her recorded voice told me, in the classic ambiguous fashion that's supposed to convince burglars that you're really not away -- you're just too busy to answer. ”“These cars need formal introductions. The only American car that I know is on the place is that 1934 Cadillac shooting brake ... and I bought that so I could get the girls here from the airport.”“You flew in?”“I flew down. Seven of us. Six teenagers and a 22 year old.”By now Pete realized I wasn’t going to go with him to look at the boats until his sister was satisfied. He meandered back. “Shooting Brake? Hearse you mean.”“Pete ... don’t get on my bad side ... you won’t get to take me out to. ”“What? Get out! Why the hell would he break up with you?”“He’s an asshole, I don’t know.”“He is an asshole. But what did he say?”“He said he just wasn’t that into it. And that he didn’t think I was into it, either. He’s probably right. I mean, all the guy does is play video games and sleep. If I’m being honest, I was bored most of the time I was with him.”“Well, then it’s good you broke up. Even though he’s a moron to break up with you for any reason.”“Thanks, Randy. I appreciate that.”“Of.