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Pamela grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the bedroom.

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    “Don’t ask.  Where did you get those jeans—the discount store?”
    Pamela’s closet was almost the size of Rivka's bedroom.  Clothes lined all four walls and were heaped in tangled piles on the floor.  Pamela went to the far right side and began sorting through a rack of jeans.
    She grabbed a pair and pulled them out.  “These!” she waved them at Rivka   “Now you need some sort of top...”  She opened one of the drawers in the built-in dresser revealing a stack of sweaters in a rainbow of colors.  She yanked one out by the sleeve.  “This one, I think.  The color should be perfect on you.”
    She handed Rivka a pale green cashmere v-neck.  “Try them on.”
    “Here?”  Rivka hesitated. 
    “Yes.”  Pamela stamped her foot.  “Come on, we want to see how you look.”
    Rivka slowly slid her jeans over her thighs and down her legs.  The pants had seemed fine in the store when Bubbeh had taken her shopping, but now she realized they were all wrong.  She threw them to one side where they landed in a heap.
    “We’ve got to get you some thongs,” Pamela declared staring at Rivka’s cotton Hanes.  “You can’t go around wearing those things with low cut jeans.”
    Rivka wriggled into the jeans Pamela had given her and pulled the sweater over her head.  The cashmere felt softer than anything she had ever worn.  She rubbed her chin against the fuzzy wool.
    Pamela reached over and tousled Rivka’s hair slightly.  “Perfect.  Absolutely perfect.  Come and see.”
    She led Rivka to a full-length, antique mirror and pointed at the glass.  “What do you think?”
    Rivka could barely breathe.  She looked...pretty.  She actually did.  She stared at her reflection in disbelief.  She looked as pretty as Mary or Deirdre and almost as pretty as Pamela. 
    “Thank you.”  She turned around to face them.  “Thank you so much...”
    Pamela waved a hand.  “It was fun.”
    Deirdre looked at Rivka from under her dark bangs.  "She looks like you, Pamela."
    Pamela laughed.
    Mary studied Rivka, her head cocked to one side.   "Kind of," she admitted.  She looked at her watch. “I’ve got to leave for work.  I’m afraid the old geezer will fire me if I’m late, and I can’t afford to lose this job.”
    “I’m going, too.”  Deirdre picked up her purse.
    Pamela grabbed the bottle of vodka off her dressing table and stashed it back in the drawer behind some school notebooks.
    Rivka drifted out of the room on a cloud.  She kept seeing her reflection in the mirror.  She still couldn’t believe what Pamela had done. 
    They walked into the hallway and were standing on the landing when one of the other doors opened.
    A tall, blond guy came out of one of the rooms.  “Hey Mary, hey Deirdre, hey...” he stopped and stared at Rivka.
    She stared back.  He was at least six feet tall, with vivid blue eyes.  And gorgeous.
    “Come on, Becky.”  Pamela took Rivka by the arm.
    “Hey, hang on a sec,” he said.  “It doesn’t look like my sister’s going to introduce us. I’m Lance.”  He held out a hand.
   Rivka took it.  His hand was warm and smooth and that surprised her. Her heart sped up, and her mouth went as dry as cotton candy.  She knew she was staring, but she couldn’t help it.  She desperately wanted to say something sophisticated and witty, but even with the vodka churning in her stomach, she knew better than to try.
    “Becky is leaving.”  Pamela put a hand under Rivka’s elbow and pulled her toward the stairs.  Rivka stumbled slightly and turned to look over her shoulder.  Lance was still staring at her.
    “What’s the matter?”  Rivka tried to free her arm from Pamela’s grasp. She felt like she had suddenly fallen down Alice in Wonderland’s rabbit hole.  Pamela’s eyes were dark and mean and were narrowed at her.  Rivka didn't know what she'd done