Chrissy seemed almost as dismayed by this as by everything else she had been told. “But I’ll be coming right from mass,” she said, as much to herself as to Jane. Then her face brightened somewhat and she said, “I know. I can wear my thigh-highs!”
Jane didn’t know what she meant but nodded as if she did, and added, as if the thought had just occurred to her, “It might be a good idea to wear some nice underwear too—you know, just in case.”
Chrissy’s face fell again. She looked away and began shaking her head. She said, “If he… I don’t know…I don’t know if I can…”
Jane smiled reassuringly and shrugged. “That’s okay. It’s totally up to you,” she said soothingly. “But I have to call him tonight, so let me
