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  make it a li’l vacation。 It’s not that bad; you’ll see。” He smiled 
  first at me and then at Jill; who smiled back and brushed the back 
  of her hand across his cheek。 They were disgustingly in love。

  “Really; Andy; it’s a culture…rich place with a whole lot to do。 We 
  both wish you’d e visit us more often。 It’s just not right that 
  the only time we see each other is in this house;” she said; waving 
  expansively around our parents’ living room。 “I mean; if you can 
  stand Avon; you can certainly stand Houston。”

  “Andy; you’re here! Jay; the big New York City career girl is here; 
  e say hi;” my mom called as she rounded the corner ing from 
  the kitchen。 “I thought you were going to call when you got to the 
  train station。”

  “Mrs。 Myers was picking Erika up from the same train; so she just 
  dropped me off。 When are we eating? I’m starving。”

  “Now。 Do you want to clean up? We can wait。 You look a little ragged 
  from the train。 You know; it’s fine if—”

  “Mother!” I shot her a warning look。

  “Andy! You look dynamite。 e here and give your old man a hug。” My 
  dad; tall and still very handsome in his midfifties; smiled from the 
  hallway。 He was holding a Scrabble box behind his back that he only 
  let me see by flashing it quickly by the side of his leg。 He waited 
  until everyone looked away from him and pointed to the box and 
  mouthed; “I’ll kick your ass。 Consider yourself warned。”

  I smiled and nodded my head。 Contrary to all mon sense; I found 
  myself looking forward to the next forty…eight hours with my family 
  more than I had in the four years since I’d left Home。 Thanksgiving 
  was my favorite holiday; and this year I was set to enjoy it more 
  than ever。

  We gathered in the dining room and dug into the massive meal that my 
  mother had expertly ordered; her traditional Jewish version of a 
  night…before…Thanksgiving feast。 Bagels and lox and cream cheese and 
  whitefish and latkes all professionally arranged on rigid disposable 
  serving platters; waiting to be transferred to paper plates and 
  consumed with plastic forks and knives。 My mother smiled lovingly as 
  her brood dug in; with a look of pride on her face as if she’d been 
  cooking for a week to sustain and nurture her babies。

  I told them all about the new job; tried as best as I could to 
  describe a job that I didn’t yet fully understand myself。 Briefly I 
  wondered if it sounded ridiculous to tell them how the skirts were 
  called in and all the hours I’d logged wrapping and sending 
  presents; and how there was a little electronic ID card that tracked 
  everything you did。 It was hard to fit into words the sense of 
  urgency each of these had taken on at the time; how when I was at 
  work it seemed that my job was supremely relevant; even important。 I 
  talked and talked; but I didn’t know how to explain this world that 
  may have been only two hours away geographically but was really in a 
  different solar system。 They all nodded and smiled and asked 
  questions; pretending to be interested; but I knew it was all too 
  foreign; too absolutely strange sounding and different to make any 
  sense to people who—like me until a few weeks earlier—had never even 
  heard the name Miranda Priestly。 It didn’t make much sense to me 
  yet; either: it seemed overly dramatic at times and more than a 
  little Big Brother–esque; but it was exciting。 And cool。 It was 
  definitely; undeniably a supercool place to call work。 Right?

  “Well; Andy; you think you’ll be happy there for your year? Maybe 
  you’ll even want to stay longer; huh?” My mom asked while smearing 
  cream cheese on her salt bagel。

  In signing my contract at Elias…Clark; I’d agreed to stay with 
  Miranda for a year—if I didn’t get fired; which at this point seemed 
  like a big if。 And if I fulfilled my obligation with class and 
  enthusiasm and some level of petence—and this part was not in 
  writing but implied by a half…dozen people in HR; and Emily; and 
  Allison—then I would be in a position to name the job I’d like next。 
  It was expected; of course; that whichever job that may be would be 
  atRunway or; at the very least; at Elias…Clark; but I was free to 
  request anything from working on book reviews in the features 
  department to acting as a liaison between Hollywood celebrities 
  andRunway 。 Out of the last ten assistants who had made it through 
  their year in Miranda’s office; a full hundred percent had chosen to 
  move to the fashion department atRunway ; but I didn’t let that 
  concern me。 A stint in Miranda’s office was considered to be the 
  ultimate way to skip three to five years of indignity as an 
  assistant and move directly into meaningful jobs in prestigious 
  places。

  “Definitely。 So far everyone seems really nice。 Emily’s a little; 
  um; well;mitted; but otherwise; it’s been great。 I don’t know; to 
  listen to Lily talk about her exams or Alex talk about all the 
  shitty things he has to deal with at work; I think I got pretty 
  lucky。 Who else gets to drive around in a chauffeured car on their 
  first day? I mean; really。 So yeah; I think it’ll be a great year; 
  and I’m excited for Miranda to e back。 I think I’m ready。”

  Jill rolled her eyes and shot me a look as if to say;Cut the 
  bullshit; Andy。 We all know you’re probably working for a psycho 
  bitch surrounded by anorexic fashionistas and are trying to paint 
  this really rosy picture because you’re worried you’re in over your 
  head; but instead she said; “It sounds great; Andy; it really does。 
  Amazing opportunity。”

  She was the only one at the table who could possibly understand; 
  since; before moving to the Third World; she’d worked for a year at 
  a small private museum in Paris and had developed an interest in 
  haute couture。 Hers was more of an artistic and aesthetic hobby than 
  a consumer one; but she still had some exposure; at least; to the 
  fashion world。 “We have some great news; too;” she continued; 
  reaching across the table for Kyle’s hand。 He had set down his 
  Coffee and extended both his hands。

  “Oh; thank god;” my mother instantly exclaimed; slumping over as if 
  someone had finally lifted the two…hundred…pound dumbbell that had 
  rested on her shoulders for the last two decades。 “It’s about time。”

  “Congratulations; you two! I have to say you’ve had your mother 
  really worried。 You’re certainly not newlyweds anymore; you know。 We 
  were beginning to wonder 。 。 。” From the head of the table my dad 
  raised his eyebrows。

  “Hey guys; that’s great。 It’s about time I get to be an aunt。 When’s 
  the little one due?”

  They both looked dumbfounded; and for a moment I worried that we’d 
  gotten it all wrong; that their “good” news was that they were 
  building a newer; bigger Home in that swamp they lived in; or that 
  Kyle had finally decided to leave his father’s law firm and was 
  going to join my sister in opening the gallery she’d always dreamed 
  of。 Maybe we’d jumped the gun on this one; been just a little too 
  eager to hear that a future niece or grandson was on the way。 It was 
  all my parents could talk about lately; incessantly hashing and 
  rehashing the reasons why my sister and Kyle—already in their 
  thirties and with four years of marriage behind them—had yet to 
  reproduce。 In the past six months; the subject had progressed from 
  time…consuming family obsession to perceived crisis。

  My sister looked worried。 Kyle frowned。 My parents looked as though 
  they might both pass out from the silence。 The tension was palpable。

  Jill got out of her chair and walked over to Kyle; where she plopped 
  herself in his lap。 She wrapped her arm behind the back of his neck 
  and leaned her face next to his; whispering in his ear。 I glanced at 
  my mother; who looked about ten seconds away from unconsciousness; 
  the worry causing the small lines near her eyes to grow as deep as 
  trenches。

  Finally; finally; they giggled; and turned toward the table; and 
  announced unanimously; “We’re going to have a baby。” And then there 
  was light。 And shrieking。 And hugging。 My mother flew out of her 
  seat so fast that she knocked it over and; in turn; tipped over a 
  potted cactus that rested by the sliding…glass door。 My dad grabbed 
  Jill and kissed her on both cheeks and the top of her head; and for 
  the first time I could remember since their wedding day; he kissed 
  Kyle; too。

  I rapped my Dr。 Brown’s black cherry can with a plastic fork and 
  announced that we needed a toast。 “Please raise your glasses; 
  everyone; raise your glasses to the brand…new Sachs baby that will 
  be joining our family。” Kyle and Jill looked at me pointedly。 “OK; I

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