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so embarrassed and afraid of having hurt his feelings that； for the first couple of hours； she was not able to meet his eyes for more than a second or two at a time。
In spite of her repeated and increasingly vigorous demurrals； Travis insisted On taking her shopping for a new dress； a bright and summery frock that she could wear to dinner at Talk of the Town； a dressy restaurant on West Gutierrez； where he said you could sometimes see some of the movie stars
who lived in the area； members of a film colony second only to that in Beverly Hills…Bel Air。 They went to an expensive store； where she tried on a score of dresses； modeling each for Travis's reaction； blushing and mortified。 The saleswoman seemed genuinely approving of the way everything looked on Nora； and she kept telling Nora that her figure was perfect； but Nora couldn't shake the feeling that the woman was laughing at her。
The dress Travis liked best was from the Diane Freis collection。 Nora couldn't deny that it was lovely： predominantly red and gold； though with an almost riotous background of other colors somehow more right in bination than they should have been （which apparently was a trait of Freis's designs）。 It was exceedingly feminine。 On a beautiful woman it would have been a knockout。 But it just was not her。 Dark colors； shapeless cuts； simple fabrics； no ornamentation whatsoever…that was her style。 She tried to tell him what was best for her； explained that she could never wear such a dress as this； but he said； 〃You look gorgeous in it； really； you look gorgeous。〃
She let him buy it。 Dear God； she really did。 She knew it was a big mistake； was wrong； and that she would never wear it。 As the dress was being wrapped； Nora wondered why she had acquiesced； and she realized that； in spite of being mortified； she was flattered to have a man buying clothes for her； to have a man take an interest in her appearance。 She never dreamed such a thing would happen to her； and she was overwhelmed。
She couldn't stop blushing。 Her heart pounded。 She felt dizzy； but it was a good dizziness。
Then； as they were leaving the store； she learned that he had paid five hundred dollars for the dress。 Five hundred dollars！ She had intended to hang it in the closet and look at it a lot； use it as a starting point for pleasant daydreams； which was all fine and dandy if it had cost fifty dollars； but for five hundred she would have to wear it even if it made her feel ridiculous； even if she did look like a poseur； a scrubwoman pretending to be a princess。
The following evening； during the two hours before Travis was to pick her up and escort her to Talk of the Town； she put the dress on and took it off a half dozen times。 She repeatedly sorted through the contents of her closet； searching frantically for something else to wear； something more sensible； but she didn't have anything because she had never before needed clothes for a dressy restaurant。
Scowling at herself in the bathroom mirror； she said； 〃You look like Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie。〃
She suddenly laughed because she knew she was being too hard on herself。 But she couldn't go easier on herself because that was how she felt： like a guy in drag。 In this case； feelings were more important than facts； so her laughter quickly soured。
She broke down and cried twice； and considered calling him to cancel their date。 But she wanted more than anything to see him； no matter how horribly humiliating the evening was going to be。 She used Murine to get the red out of her eyes； and she tried the dress on again…and took it off。
When he arrived at a few minutes past seven； he looked handsome in a dark suit。
Nora was wearing a shapeless blue shift with dark…blue shoes。
He said； 〃I'll wait。〃
She said； 〃Huh？ For what？〃
〃You know；〃 he said； meaning； Go change。
The words came out in a nervous rush； and her excuse was limp： 〃Travis； I'm sorry； this is terrible； I'm so sorry； but I spilled coffee all over the dress。〃
〃I'll wait in here；〃 he said； walking to the living room archway。
She said； 〃A whole pot of coffee。〃
〃Better hurry。 Our reservation is for seven…thirty。〃
Steeling herself for the amused whispers if not outright laughter of everyone who saw her； telling herself that Travis's opinion was the only one that mattered； she changed into the Diane Freis dress。
She wished she had not undone the hairstyle that Melanie had given her a couple of days ago。 Maybe that would help。
No； it would probably just make her look more ludicrous。
When she came downstairs again； Travis smiled at her and said； 〃You're lovely。〃
She didn't know whether the food at Talk of the Town was as good as its reputation or not。 She tasted nothing。 Later； she could not clearly remember the decor of the place； either； though the faces of the other customers… including the actor Gene Hackman…were burned into her memory because she was certain that； all evening； they were staring at her with amazement and disdain。
In the middle of dinner； evidently well aware of her disfort； Travis put down his wineglass and leaned toward her and said quietly； 〃You really do look lovely； Nora； no matter what you think。 And if you had the experience to be aware of such things； you'd realize that most of the men in the room are attracted to you。〃
But she knew the truth； and she could face it。 If men really were staring at her； it was not because she was pretty。 People could be expected to stare at a turkey with a feather duster trying to pass itself off as a peacock。
〃Without a trace of makeup；〃 he said； 〃you look better than any woman in the room。〃
No makeup。 That was another reason they were staring at her。 When a Woman put on a five…hundred…dollar dress to be taken to an expensive restaurant； she made herself look as good as possible with lipstick； eyeliner； makeup； skin blush； and God knew what else。 But Nora had never even thought about makeup。
The chocolate mousse dessert； though surely delicious； tasted like library paste to her and repeatedly stuck in her throat。
She and Travis had talked for long hours during the past couple of weeks； and they had found it surprisingly easy to reveal intimate feelings and thoughts to each other。 She had learned why he was alone in spite of his good looks
and relative wealth； and he had learned why she harbored a low opinion of herself。 So when she could not choke down any more of the mousse； when she implored Travis to take her home right away； he said softly； 〃If there's any justice； Violet Devon is sweating in Hell tonight。〃
Shocked； Nora said； 〃Oh； no。 She wasn't that bad。〃
All the way home； he was silent； brooding。
When he left her at her door； he insisted she set up a meeting with Garrison Dilworth； who had been her aunt's attorney and now took care of Nora's minor legal business。 〃From what you've told me；〃 Travis said； 〃Dilworth knew your aunt better than anyone； so I'd bet dollars to doughnuts he can tell you things about her that will break this goddamn stranglehold she has on you even from the grave。〃
Nora said； 〃But there're no great dark secrets about Aunt Violet。 She was what she appeared to be。 She was a very simple woman； really。