Bell, Book, and Scandal

new costumes.“
    “Oh, what now?“
    “Hawaiian,“ Shelley said. “I saw them when they left the room where it was held.“
    “Grass skirt?“ Jane asked.
    “In silver tinsel instead of grass. With paper flowers around her neck. Gaylord in the ugliest floral shirt I’ve ever seen, shorts, and sandals, and beat-up straw hats on both. Gaylord’s legs are white and skinny. They looked like raw chicken legs. Vernetta’s legs are dimpled lard.“
    “You’re making this up, right?“
    “I am not.“
    “Are we going to the luncheon?“ Jane asked. “I’ve heard rumors that the guest speaker is boring.“
    “We’ve paid for it in our fee. We might as well try it out. If it’s good, we can eat it. If not, we can find our own lunch. I wonder if Felicity is free?“
    “She’s probably required to show up and mingle with fans,“ Shelley said. “It’s in her best interest even if she doesn’t have to attend. We can sit near the door and slip out before the speech. Pretending we’re taking a potty break, if anyone at our table asks.“
    The luncheon, as it turned out, was extremely tasty and came to the table hot. “We should have guessed it would be good,“ Jane said, “considering how terrific those desserts were last night. We are sticking around for dessert this time, too, aren’t we?“
    “Of course we are. We can bolt it down and run away.“
    “And go shopping,“ Jane said.
     

Ten
     
    Shelley found the pin she’d seen. It was no longer in the shop window, but Shelley insisted they must have at least one more somewhere. When she offered, quite firmly, to help the assistant manager find it in storage at the back of the shop, suddenly the young woman remembered where it was kept.
    Jane agreed it was exactly what she needed. And the price was much less than she’d feared. Shelley spotted a few new pieces of jewelry in the shop and made Jane try on a ring that had the same pretty paste stone as the pin. Jane didn’t normally wear any rings at all for fear they’d either be impossible to squeeze back over her knuckle or be big enough to fall off unnoticed.
    But Shelley said it fit perfectly and would do neither. Jane plunked down her credit card. When Shelley was so sure of something, there was no point in arguing. Shelley would just come back and buy it for Jane as a gift.
    Jane put the pin on her sweater, the ring on her finger, and said, “We’re going to be late for the one-thirty session. Let’s go.“
    Unfortunately, none of the one-thirty sessions especially interested either of them, so out of loyalty they went to the one where Felicity Roane was a panelist.
    Even Felicity looked bored by the topic, which was “Planning Your Own Future in Publishing.“
    One of the baby agents went on and on about how your agent could map out a plan to follow.
    “And what if the agent decides to have a baby and is off work for the first two years of its life?“ Felicity asked. “Things like this happen. Editors become agents to make more money. Editors move to other publishing houses at the speed of light. Agents move to new agencies and writers get stuck with their assistant, who hasn’t ever read one of your books and doesn’t want to.“
    She went on, “As an author, the only thing you can control in this business is the quality of your work. And your reputation as a professional—producing manuscripts on time, making sure there are as few errors as possible. Not behaving as if you were their only author.“
    “Oh dear, Ms. Roane, these things you’ve cited that go wrong at the publishing end don’t happen that often,“ the baby agent said with a giggle.
    “How long since you graduated from college, my dear?“ Felicity asked with a smile, but with fire in her eyes.
    “Only two years. Vassar,“ the baby agent answered proudly. “But I’ve learned a lot about the business since then.“
    “I’ve been publishing my work for twenty-one years,“ Felicity said. “Bear with me. I really do know just a little bit more about this than you do.“
    The moderator jumped in and changed the subject and directed an extremely innocuous question about customary contract terms to another of the panelists.
    “Poor Felicity,“ Jane said to Shelley under her breath. “She’s running out of patience with fools, and I don’t blame her.“
    The rest of the session wound down without any other problems but not much information either. Shelley and Jane went up to the speakers’ table when