“Thank you.” Amy looked pointedly at Kendra. “Do you know if Jason is free Tuesday to take me to Dover?” “I haven’t the faintest idea, but it doesn’t matter anyway.” Amy peered into the looking glass, rearranging her long, untamed curls. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You still have to buy stockings, gloves, and ribbons, not to mention shoes for all these gowns,” Kendra declared gaily. “Then I want help with my Christmas shopping. You won’t be ready to leave for weeks yet—perhaps not until after Christmas.”
