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Meg quite likes the oatmeal lotion Parker brought her.

It doesn't clash with her hair nearly so much as the calamine, and it seems to work fairly well on the itching.

She's still ridiculously covered in little red spots, but they're mostly crusted over now.

Still, she'll wait at least another day before she goes downstairs.

Much better safe than sorry.

Meg gives up on examining her face in the mirror and goes to pick a book to read for the afternoon.

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"Well," Meg says, "My dress is about thirty-five or forty years old.

"So I think we probably ought to look for something for you that's from about the same time, or we're going to look very odd.

"And you're the only bridesmaid, so . . . I think we just see what we find that looks reasonably matched to mine, and that we like, and that isn't white.

"Or black.

"But beyond that . . . I think it depends on what we see in the shops.

"When I'm not contagious and covered in spots, I'll drag you off to Montreal and we'll see what we can turn up."

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Kim beams at her.

"I think that sounds like a good plan. And if we meet here to get started, we can even take advantage of the time zone difference and not have to worry about waiting on planes."

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"And you can save the money for the ticket for the wedding."

Since that's not something you leave to the whimsy of Meg's door.

"I think it's a plan."