"You have to eat something," Marilyn fished in her purse again. She found a granola bar and handed it to the girl. A voice in her head told her this was her competition, but Marilyn ignored it. She didn't want to win thst way.

"Is there anything you don't have in that purse?" the girl asked.

"Trade secret," Marilyn grinned. "I like big purses, the little ones make me feel gawky."

"Deanna," the girl said. "I know we're competition, but I'd rather be your friend and worry ...