the black crepe Armani dress over there.â
âPretty, but not my type. Too fashionable,â Tom commented.
âAnd Iâm not?â
âThat doesnât deserve an answer. Letâs just say I like to run my fingers through some hair, not an inch of stubble. If I want that, I can stop shaving for a couple of days.â
What was it with men and long hair? If Tom and his ilk had their way, weâd all be Rapunzels, Faith reflected.
âI wonder who that is sheâs dancing with. I havenât seen him at Hubbard House. Maybe someone sheâs seeing.â
Deniseâs partner was handsome in a Richard Gere sort of way, and his tuxedo was a bit more currentâand snuggly fittingâthan those of the men who were waltzing
around him. They mostly sported the timeless boxy numbers from Brooks dug out from the backs of their closets year after year for occasions like this.
Faith looked over at Tom. He looked good in blackâfortunately for his callingâbut she had to admit she preferred the well-cut tux from Barneyâs she had given him their first Christmas together to his robes.
He caught her stare. âWant to dance, honey? It is a ball, remember.â
âLove to,â she replied, and jumped up. âI donât think my card is filled.â
âLucky, lucky me,â Tom whispered in her ear as he pulled her close.
âDance me over to DeniseâI want to say hello,â Faith instructed him, and veered toward the other couple.
âI was under the impression that the dance floor was the one place where I got to lead, darling, but it looks like Iâm wrong there too. Just shove me wherever you want.â
âMartyr,â Faith said, and steered toward Denise.
As they got closer, Faith became aware that Denise was involved in a heated conversation with her partner. Her cheeks were red and she seemed close to tears. When they drew up next to them, Faith heard her say, âPlease, please. You know I wouldnât ask you unlessââ She broke off abruptly at the sight of Faith and composed her face in a welcoming smile.
âHow lovely to see you, Faith. And you must be the Reverend Fairchild. Iâm so glad you could come and I was able to get you at my table.â
âYes, we saw. You can tell us everyoneâs names.â Faith hoped the hint wasnât too blatant, and to cover up asked hastily, âIs Mrs. P. here?â
Surprisingly, Deniseâs partner answered.
âMrs. Pendergast! In this crowd! Do you think she got an invite, Denny?â he asked mockingly.
âOf course she did,â Denise answered in a slightly angry tone. âShe told me sheâd rather put her feet up. I
think her sister-in-law was coming over and they were going to watch their tapes of âThe Golden Girlsâ and have a glass or two of Kahlùa. A big night,â she finished on a lighter note.
The music stopped and Dr. Hubbard walked up to the band leader and took the microphone.
âWould you take your seats now, friends? Theyâre going to be serving dinner and youâre also going to have to hear from me.â
The crowd moved immediately to the round tables, neither prospect being an unpleasant one, it appeared.
Faith and Tom followed Denise. She still had not introduced them to the man with whom she was dancing, nor did he seem to be seated at her table.
Someone who obviously knew Hubbard House, Faith noted. Could it be Donald Hubbard? But Donald was in his mid to late thirties, and this man was much younger. Besides, there was something about him that suggested a profession other than medicine. She realized what it was. He was tanâand this was the wrong time of year for those doctors who frequented the course or courts to have one. Then she remembered Charmaine had recently come back from a cruise. Perhaps her husband had gone with her.
Faith sat down, and a waiter brought a steaming bowl of what she
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