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Show Bobbie's House of Furs 47 out front looks suspicious," she whispered nervously as she kept looking over her shoulder. Angela didn't notice Bobbie or her concern. She had eyes only for the bikini that hung limp on the plastic hanger. " I ' l l be back in a minute." Bobbie rushed out to shepherd her merchandise. Angela closed the curtain that hung on rings. She had known the second that she saw the clothes which o u t f i t she would try f i r s t . She stepped out of her half slip and unhooked her bra. A bikini for Angela. She laughed to herself. Her mother would never believe this nor would she ever hear about i t either. Angela had a good alibi in the library. Against modeling school in the beginning, her mother had relented only after Angela had cried and carried on that people were making fun of her height. "For your self-confidence," her mother told her when she wrote out the tuition check, "but your father and I don't encourage you to get caught up in the idea of being a model. You know that there are more important things." Angela giggled as she thought of blessing this occasion with prayer, just as she had been taught to bless every other occasion. Her family began and ended each day with family prayer; whenever they drove anywhere on an extended t r i p , her father would say a prayer for protection; whenever she went to a church meeting, twice on Sunday and once during the week, or to a rehearsal for a church play, or even to a practice for the church's Young Women's softball team, someone opened and closed the proceedings with prayer. And now, her f i r s t venture into the inside of a bikini seemed, |
