into Will.
The girl with him, an auburn-haired girl whom Ivy recognized from Eric's party, swore softly.
Will stared at Ivy, and she stared back. She could hardly stand it, the way he looked at her, the way he could hold her captive with his eyes.
'What are you doing here?' Ivy demanded.
'What's it to you?' the girl snapped.
Ivy ignored her. 'Don't tell me,' she said to Will, 'you just had the feeling, you just thought— somehow you just knew—' She saw a flicker of light in his eyes, and she glanced away quickly.
The girl with him was squinching up her face, looking at Ivy as if she were crazy; Ivy felt a little crazy. 'II have to get to work,' she said, but he held her still with his eyes.
'If you need me,' Will told her, 'call me.' Then he turned his head slightly, as if someone had spoken over his shoulder.
Ivy brushed past him and hurried up the escalator, climbing faster than the steps moved, and rushed to the shop.
'Oh, dear,' Lillian said when Ivy burst through the door.
'Oh, my!' said Betty.
Ivy was panting, from anger as much as running. Now she stopped to look down the front of her pale green dress. It was mud-colored.
'We should soak that right away.'
'No, it's okay,' she said, trying to catch her breath, breathing slowly and deeply to calm herself down.
'I'll just sponge it off.' She moved toward the rest room in the back, but Betty was already going through one rack of costumes, and Lillian was gazing thoughtfully at another.
'I'll just sponge it off,' Ivy repeated. 'I'll be out in a minute.'
Lillian and Betty hummed to themselves.
'It's an old dress anyway,' Ivy added.
Sometimes the old ladies played deaf.
'Something simple,' she finally begged. Last time she had ended up as an alien — enhanced with batteries that made her blink and beep.
The sisters did keep it simple, giving her a soft 'white blouse, gathered and worn off the shoulders, and a colorful skirt.
'Oh, what a lovely gypsy she makes,' Lillian said to Betty.
'We should dress her up every day,' Betty agreed.
They smiled at her like two doting great-aunts.
'Don't forget to turn out the light in the back, love,' Betty said, then the sisters went home to their seven cats.
Ivy breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad to be running the shop alone for the next two hours. It kept her busy enough to keep her mind off what she had just seen.
She was angry — but at herself more than at Gregory. He was who he was. He hadn't changed his ways. It was she who had made him into the perfect guy.
At 9:25, Ivy was finished with her last customer. The mall had become virtually empty. Five minutes later she dimmed the lights in the shop, locked the door from the inside, and started counting the money and adding up receipts.
She was startled by someone knocking on the glass. 'Gypsy girl,' he called.
'Gregory.'
For a moment she considered leaving him out there, putting back the glass wall that he had erected between them last January. She walked toward him slowly, unlatched the store door, and cracked it open three inches.
'Am I disturbing you?' he asked.
'I have to total the register and close up.'
'I'll keep quiet,' he promised.
Ivy opened the door a few inches more and he entered.
She started toward the cash register, then turned back quickly. 'I may as well get this out of the way now,' she said.
Gregory waited; he looked as if he knew something big was coming.
'I saw you and Eric and the other guy — that dealer — making an exchange.'
'Oh, that,' he said, as if it were nothing.
'Oh, that?' she repeated.
'I thought you were going to tell me something like, from now on, we were never to see each other alone.'
Ivy looked down, pulling and twisting a tassel on her skirt. It would probably be better if they didn't.
'Oh,' he said, 'I see. You were going to say that, too.'
Ivy didn't answer him. She didn't honestly know.
Gregory walked over to her and laid his hand on top of hers, keeping her from yanking off the tassel.
'Eric does drugs,' he said, 'you know that. And he's gotten himself in deep, real deep, with our friendly neighborhood dealer. I bailed him out.'
Ivy looked up into Gregory's eyes. Against his tan, they looked lighter, like a silver sea on a misty day.
'I don't blame you. Ivy, for thinking I'm doing the wrong thing. If I thought Eric would stop when he ran out of money, I wouldn't pay up for him. But he won't stop, and they'll go after him.'
He let go of her hand. 'Eric's my friend. He's been my friend since grade school. I don't know what else to do.'
Ivy turned away, thinking about how loyal Gregory was to Eric and how disloyal she had been to Suzanne.
'Go ahead. Say it,' Gregory challenged her. 'You don't like what I'm doing. You think I should find myself better friends.'
She shook her head. 'I don't blame you for what you're doing,' she said. 'Eric's lucky to have you for a friend, as lucky as I am. As lucky as Suzanne is.'
He turned her face toward him with just one finger. 'Finish up your work,' he said, 'and we can talk some more. We'll go out somewhere, not home, okay?'
'Okay.'
'Are you going to wear that?' he asked, smiling.
'Oh! I forgot. I spilled cappuccino on my dress. It's soaking in the basin.'
He laughed. 'I don't mind. You look… uh, exotic,' he said, his eyes dropping down to her bare shoulders.
She tingled a little.
'I guess I'll have to find a costume for me.'
He started looking over the wall of hats and wigs. A few minutes later he called out to her, 'How's this?'
Ivy looked up from behind the register and laughed out loud.
He was wearing a frizzy red wig, a top hat, and a polka-dotted bow tie.
'Dashing,' she said.
Gregory tried on one costume after another— a Klingon mask. King Kong's head and chest, a huge flowered hat and boa.
'Clown!' said Ivy.
He grinned at her and waved his feathery stole.
'If you want to try on a whole outfit, there are fitting rooms in the back. The one on the left is large, with mirrors everywhere. You get all angles,' she told him. 'I'm really sorry Philip isn't here to play with you.'
'When you're done, you can play with me,' Gregory replied.
Ivy worked a little longer. When she finally closed the books, she saw that he had disappeared into the back.
