The girl winced and then met Leah’s eyes in the mirror. “I know—I’m stupid. I feel so idiotic. I was trying to look mature and stuff. Now I feel, like, so embarrassed.”

Leah said, “It happens all the time. In a few years you’ll be hurt if they don’t ask you for proof. Can I see the fake one?”

The girl took it out of her purse and handed it to Leah.

Leah glanced at it. “No, the fake.”

“That is the fake.”

Leah looked harder at it. “It is? Oh my gosh. It’s so good. It’s perfect.” She turned to look at the girl directly. “Except the picture. That’s not you, is it?”

“It’s my sister. She bought it and loaned it to me.”

“Then it is real, right?”

“No, fake. She’s got her real one with her.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh my God. All I wanted was to have a glass of wine with my date. It’s not like I even like the taste. But it relaxes me—takes the nervousness away.”

Leah handed the license back to her. Then she picked up the short glass she had brought in and set on the marble counter. She had been planning to pour it out to remain sober. “This is a gin and tonic. I never leave a drink anywhere because of Rohypnol and GHB. I haven’t touched it yet. Take a good, healthy sip of it. You’ll take the edge off, and your teeth won’t turn purple like they do with red wine.”

The girl looked at it, then at Leah. She accepted the glass and sipped from it, then held it out.

“That’s okay. Finish it if you like,” said Leah. “I can get as many as I want.”

“Oh God. Thank you,” she said and took another sip.

“That sure is a good fake license. Much better than the one I used to use. Where did your sister get it?”

“There’s a woman. I guess she works at a mailing and print business in Kenmore.”

“Do you remember the address or the name of the store or anything?”

“I wasn’t with her. She’s the only one who talked to the woman. Her name is Reggie.”

“Do you have to know her or something?” Leah laughed. “Know a secret password?”

“No. But you have to pay a lot. My sister said it was three hundred, and that was almost two years ago. Now she’s over twenty-one, so she gave it to me. We look kind of alike, and I was thinking it would be darker in here than it is.”

“If it had been, you might have gotten away with it.” She went back to her makeup while the girl watched her. “You’re both very pretty.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Leah laughed again. “Maybe the drink was too strong.” She looked at the glass. “Done with it?”