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wrong.
    “Lance is my brother,” Pamela hissed in Rivka’s ear.  “He’s a Miller.  You’re not in his league.  You’re not even close.  Even if we have tarted you all up, you’re still a nothing, do you understand?”
    Rivka nodded.  Pamela’s fingers were digging into her arm, and it hurt.
    “Don’t even think about going after him.  Don't even think about it.”
    “I...I...wouldn’t.  I won’t.”  Rivka felt tears pressing against her lids.  She felt ashamed, standing there in Pamela’s borrowed clothes.  A sudden, hot rush of anger made her stomach burn.  Who did Pamela think she was?
    “Just so we understand each other.”  Pamela held the front door open.
    Rivka scurried down the steps.  She wanted to be home.  Her stomach felt weird—as if she were going to be sick, and her head hurt.  She heard Mary and Deirdre following behind her, and they all jumped as Pamela slammed the door shut in back of them.
     
    Pamela opened the refrigerator door and stared inside.  She needed something to eat.  Now.  Something smooth and creamy. She could still see the way Rivka had smiled at Lance, and how he'd smiled back.  Then she thought of that letter in her father's wastebasket, and a feeling of dread, like hot liquid, ran through her veins.
    She pushed things aside on the shelves until she found the container of whipped cream.  She yanked off the top, aimed the nozzle and sprayed gobs of cool creaminess into her mouth.
    “Can I help you, miss?”  Luis, the butler, stood behind her with his head tilted slightly to one side.  It was bald and egg-shaped and always made Pamela think of Humpty Dumpty.
    She shoved the whipped cream container on a shelf and slammed the refrigerator door shut.
    He was laughing at her—she knew it. How much harder he would laugh if he ever found out—
    The whipped cream in Pamela's stomach turned sour and she gagged.
    "Are you okay, Miss?" 
    "Yes, I'm fine.  Now please stop bothering me."  Pamela stared at him fiercely.
    Luis returned her stare for a brief moment then lowered his gaze.  "Certainly, miss."    
    “What’s up?”  Lance wandered into the kitchen, opened the freezer and got out a carton of ice cream.  He grabbed a spoon from the drawer and began to eat right out of the container.
    "That's disgusting."  Pamela yanked open a cupboard and handed him a bowl.
    Lance shrugged.  “Who’s that girl who was here—the one with Deirdre and Mary?  I don't think I've ever seen her before.”

     “No one,” Pamela snapped.  “Not anyone you’d want to know.”
         Lance raised an eyebrow.  “Why not?  I thought she was hot.”
         Pamela sneered.  “She’s some nobody we had a bit of fun making over.  Not someone worthy of a Miller.  I'm not sure I'm ever going to hang out with her again.”
         Lance laughed.  “I don’t want to
marry
her, Pammy, I just wanted her name.”
         “Never mind, then.  Forget about her.”
         He shrugged.  “You know this whole Miller thing is crap.”  He licked ice cream off the end of the spoon.  "I don't know why you keep going on and on about it."
         “No, it’s not.”  Pamela whirled on him.  “Don’t you ever say that again.”
         Lance held up a hand, palm out.  “Okay, okay, don’t get so excited.”
         Pamela stared at his back as he walked out of the room. The terrible thing, the thing that made her feel sick to her stomach, was that deep down, she knew he was right.

 
     
     
     
     
     
                     
     
     
     
                      Chapter 4
     
         Rivka pushed open the door to her house.  She was still shaking.  Would Pamela ever invite her again?  She hadn't meant to call attention to herself.  It wasn't her fault that Lance had noticed her.  Besides, he was being polite.  Guys like Lance normally didn't notice girls like her.
         Rivka passed the mirror in