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it."

"Ooh...that would be so fun!"

"Yes! Let's!"

"Gee, it looks kind of time-consuming," I told them, wishing desperately that I was somewhere else. I was sure I could have held my own in a cigar and lawn mower conversation better than a stamping one. "I don't think I have the time."

"Oh, but it's so worth it," one assured me earnestly. She wore earrings that spelled ALOHA in dangling letters. "Betsey and I made bridal-shower invitations for her sister all day yesterday, and the time flew by. "

"Did you use those cute dove stamps?" cooed another, not unlike a dove herself. "I spent all Tuesday looking for those at the mall."

"Don't you guys work?" I asked, wondering at their frequent use of "all day." A century ago, I wouldn't have given it a thought. But this was the age of the so-called modern woman. We weren't supposed to lounge around in parlors anymore and pass out from wearing corsets.

They turned to me, mouths agape.

"Well, there's so much to do around the house," Jody finally said. "Most of us are too busy with those things."

Like stamping?

"Besides," laughed Bitsy or Muffin or whatever the hell her name was, "it's not like we need to. Do you have a job?"

"Well, yeah..."

"What's your husband do?"

"Oh. I'm not married."

This got more stares, and then suddenly they erupted with ideas and suggestions of "perfect single men" who worked with their husbands.

I had to get out of here. Either that or render myself funconscious with the wrought-iron pig wearing an apron that sat on the kitchen table.

I turned anxiously to Jody. "Didn't I hear there was a pool somewhere?"

She brightened. "There sure is. I'll show you."

We extracted ourselves from the others, and she led me toward the back of the house.

"Sorry if they're a little overwhelming," she apologized. "I sort of feel responsible for their stamping frenzy. "

The fact that she'd used the word "frenzy" to describe them made me laugh. "How so?"

"I got them into it." Her dark eyes twinkled. "Never thought it'd go this far, though. I used to be an elementary art teacher, and sometimes they remind me of the kids. They're all good souls, though."

"Why don't you teach anymore?" Drawing pictures with children sounded like a wicked cool job to me. If nothing else, the grading had to be easy.

"Well, Jack likes me at home, and this way I get to take out my artistic urges on the house - and enable the neighbors. Every time I get hooked on a new project, our house takes the brunt of it: pottery, beading, watercolors..."

"And stamping?"

She laughed. "And stamping."

"Could you, like, teach part-time and still get everything done around the house?"

"Maybe. But I've also got my CPFV duties, so my schedule's pretty packed."

CPFV? Damn. For a minute there, Jody had seemed like a pretty cool person. "You're a member?"

Her expression registered mild surprise. "Yes, of course. We all are. You should come to a meeting someday. I know Dana would love to have you."

"Where is Dana?" I hadn't even seen the main attraction tonight. "I mean, I'm such a fan and all. When Mitch told me we were coming, I couldn't even believe it."

Pursing her lips, she glanced around with a cute frown. "I'm not really sure where she is. She's probably just mingling. Everyone wants to talk to her. But don't worry - you'll see her before you leave."

"That'd be great."

She smiled and gave my hand a quick squeeze. "I hope we get to see you around. Oh - here we are."

We arrived in a massive, glass-encased sunroom containing a crystal blue pool. It looked lovely and inviting. When Jody asked if I had a suit, I assured her I had one under my clothes and thanked her for helping me. She returned to the main party, and I slipped into a bathroom where I shape-shifted into a turquoise bikini.

Some people eyed me curiously, probably wondering who I was, but they left me alone once I was in the pool. I dove under, swimming laps, enjoying the solitude water offered. It had been a long time since I'd been able to do this. I knew Seth swam at a local health club; he said it helped clear his head sometimes. He and I would have to go together one of these days. Or better yet, swim in the ocean somewhere. Yes, that was the way to go. Moonlit beaches and tropical air, away from this crummy rain. Maui. Cancun. Hell, why did we even have to constrain