Evelyn Cass' old friends whispered about her behind her back; they felt sorry for poor Evelyn—alone at fifty-five, having to sell her house and go to work! So brave! Funny though, how all of a sudden she looking ten years younger... "Poor Evelyn" smiled...and kept her secrets to herself. Her job was hard work, but it was fun. And what a relief it was to be out of that big old house and into a spiffy new apartment. Her friends wouldn't understand those things, and they certainly wouldn't understand what it felt like to pick up the phone and hear Bob's deep voice...to feel like a woman again when he told her she looked pretty. No, Evelyn thought, her friends were making a big mistake, wasting their sympathy on her. She was O.K. She was more than O.K. In fact, for the first time in years—in decades—Evelyn was having THE TIME OF HER LIFE.