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  and Shauna was singing away。 And once she broke the ice; she’s been 
  jabbering away with everyone since。 She knows English。 She has an 
  age…appropriate vocabulary。 She’s pletely and totally normal!” 
  His obvious elation made me smile; and all of a sudden I started to 
  miss him。 Miss him in the way that you do when you’ve seen someone 
  frequently and regularly but haven’t really connected with him in 
  any significant way。 It had been great to surprise him the night 
  before; but; as usual; I’d been too frazzled to be much pany。 We 
  both inherently understood that we were just waiting out my 
  sentence; waiting for me to plete my year of servitude; waiting 
  until everything went back to the way it was。 But I still missed 
  him。 And I still felt not a little guilty for the whole Christian 
  situation。

  “Hey; congratulations! Not that you needed a testament to the fact 
  that you’re a great teacher; but you got one anyway! You should be 
  thrilled。”

  “Yeah; it’s exciting。” I could hear the bell ring in the background。

  “Listen; is that offer still open for a date tonight—just you and 
  me?” I asked; hoping he hadn’t made plans yet but expecting that he 
  had。 As I’d pulled myself out of bed this morning and dragged my 
  exhausted and sore body into the shower; he’d called out that he 
  wanted to just rent a movie; order some food; and hang out。 I’d 
  mumbled something unnecessarily sarcastic about it not being worth 
  his time because I wouldn’t get Home until late and would just fall 
  asleep; and at least one of us should have a life and enjoy their 
  Friday night。 I wanted to tell him now that I was angry at Miranda; 
  atRunway; at myself; but not at him; and that there was nothing I’d 
  rather do than curl up on the couch and cuddle for fifteen straight 
  hours。

  “Sure。” He sounded surprised; but pleased。 “Why don’t I just wait at 
  your place and then we can figure out what we want to do? I’ll just 
  hang out with Lily until you get Home。”

  “Sounds absolutely perfect。 You can hear all about Freudian Boy。”

  “Who?”

  “Never mind。 Listen; I’ve got to run。 The Queen will wait for Coffee 
  no longer。 See you tonight—can’t wait。”

  Eduardo allowed me upstairs after chanting only two refrains—my 
  choice—of “We Didn’t Start the Fire;” and Miranda was talking 
  animatedly when I set down her Coffee spread on the left…hand corner 
  of her desk。 I spent the rest of the afternoon arguing with every 
  assistant and editor I could reach at theNew York Post; trying to 
  insist that I knew their paper better than they did; and could I 
  please just have one little copy of the Asian fusion restaurant 
  review they’d run the day before?

  “Ma’am; I’ve told you a dozen times and I’ll tell you again:we did 
  not review any such restaurant 。 I know Ms。 Priestly is a crazy 
  woman and I don’t doubt that she’s making your life a living hell; 
  but I just can’t produce an article that doesn’t exist。 Do you 
  understand?” This had e finally from an associate who; even 
  though he worked onPage Six; had been assigned the task of finding 
  my article to shut me up。 He’d been patient and willing; but he’d 
  reached the end of his charity work。 Emily was on the other line 
  with one of their freelance food writers; and I’d forced James to 
  call one of his ex…boyfriends who worked in the advertising 
  department there to see if there was anything—anything—he could do。 
  It was already three o’clock the dayafter she’d requested something; 
  and this was the very first time I hadn’t gotten it immediately。

  “Emily!” Miranda called from inside her deceptively bright office。

  “Yes; Miranda?” we both answered; jumping up to see which one of us 
  she would motion to。

  “Emily; I can hear that you just spoke to the people at thePost ?” 
  she said; directing her attention in my direction。 The real Emily 
  looked relieved and sat down。

  “Yes; Miranda; I just hung up with them。 I’ve actually spoken to 
  three different people there and all of them insist that they 
  haven’t reviewed a single new Asian fusion restaurant in Manhattan 
  at any point in the last week。 Maybe it was before then?” I was now 
  tottering in front of her desk with my head bowed just enough so I 
  could stare at the black Jimmy Choo slingbacks with four…inch heels 
  that Jeffy had provided so smugly。

  “Manhattan?” She looked confused and pissed off all at once。 “Who 
  said anything about Manhattan?”

  It was my time to be confused。

  “Ahn…dre…ah; I’ve told you at least five times now that the review 
  was written about a new restaurant inWashington 。 Since I’ll be 
  there next week; I need you to make a reservation。” She cocked her 
  head and moved her lips into what can only be described as a wicked 
  smile。 “What exactly about this project do you find so challenging?”

  Washington? Five times she’d told me the restaurant was inWashington 
  ? I don’t think so。 She was clearly losing her mind or just taking 
  sadistic pleasure in watching me lose mine。 But being the idiot she 
  took me for; I again spoke without thinking。

  “Oh; Miranda; I’m fairly certain that theNew York Post doesn’t do 
  reviews of restaurants in Washington。 It appears they only actually 
  visit and review places new to New York。”

  “Is that supposed to be funny; Ahn…dre…ah? Is that your idea of 
  having a sense of humor?” Her smile had disappeared and she was 
  leaning forward in her seat; looking like a hungry vulture that was 
  impatiently circling its prey。

  “Um no; Miranda; I just thought that—”

  “Ahn…dre…ah; as I’ve made clear adozen times already; the review I’m 
  looking for is in theWashington Post 。 You’ve heard of that little 
  newspaper; right? Just like New York has theNew York Times; 
  Washington; D。C。; has its own paper; too。 See how that works?” Her 
  voice was now beyond mocking: she was so incredibly patronizing that 
  she was only one step away from actually addressing me in baby talk。

  “I’ll get it for you right away;” I stated as calmly as I could and 
  quietly walked out。

  “Oh; and Ahn…dre…ah?” My heart lurched and my stomach wondered if it 
  could take another “surprise。” “I expect you to attend the party 
  tonight to greet the guests。 That’s all。”

  I looked to Emily; who looked absolutely baffled; her crinkled 
  forehead making her appear as dumbfounded as I felt。 “Did I hear her 
  correctly?” I whispered to Emily; who could do nothing but nod and 
  motion for me to e to her side of the suite。

  “I was afraid of this;” she whispered gravely; like a surgeon 
  telling a patient’s family member that they’d found something 
  horrible upon opening the chest cavity。

  “She can’t be serious。 It’s four o’clock on Friday。 The party starts 
  at seven。 It’s black tie; for chrissake—there is no way on earth she 
  expects me to go。” I looked again at my watch in disbelief and tried 
  to remember her exact words。

  “Oh; she’s quite serious;” she said; picking up the phone。 “I’ll 
  help you; OK? You go find the review in theWashington Post and get 
  her a copy before she leaves—Uri is ing for her soon to take her 
  Home for her hair and makeup。 I’ll get you a dress and everything 
  else you need for tonight。 Don’t worry。 We’ll figure it out。” She 
  began rapid…fire dialing and whispering urgent…sounding instructions 
  into the phone。 I stood and stared; but she waved her hand without 
  looking up and I snapped back to reality。

  “Go;” she whispered; looking at me with a rare hint of sympathy。 And 
  I went。


  14

  “You can’t show up in a cab;” Lily said to me as I jabbed helplessly 
  at my eyes with my brand…new Maybelline Great Lash mascara。 “This is 
  black…tie。 Call a car; for chrissake。” She watched for a minute more 
  and then grabbed the clumpy wand from my hand and tapped my eyelids 
  closed。

  “I guess you’re right;” I sighed; still refusing to accept that my 
  Friday night was to be spent in a formal gown at the Met; greeting 
  wealthy…but…still…rednecks from Georgia and North and South Carolina 
  and plastering fake smile after fake smile on my poorly made…up 
  face。 The announcement had left me all of three hours to find a 
  dress; buy makeup; get ready; and revamp all my weekend plans; and 
  in the craziness of the situation; I’d forgotten to arrange 
  transportation。

  Luckily; working at one of the biggest fashion magazines in the 
  country (the job a million girls would die for!) has its advantages; 
  and by 4:40P 。M。 I was the proud borrower of a knockout floor…length 
  black Oscar de la Renta number; provided kindly by Jeffy; Closet 
  maven and lover of all things

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