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world。 I’ve been waiting two years—over two years—for this
trip； and now I can’t go。 The irony of this is painful—you
realize that； don’t you？”
“Of course I do！ It’s one giant cliché： this trip is your sole
reason for living and it’s the bane of my existence； yet I’m
going and you’re not。 life is funny； huh？ I’m laughing so hard
I can barely stop；” I deadpanned； sounding not the least bit
amused。
“Yeah； well； I think it sucks； too； but what can you do？ I
already called Jeffy to tell him to start calling in clothes
for you。 You’ll have to bring a ton since you’ll need
different outfits for each of the shows you attend； any
dinners； and； of course； for Miranda’s party at the Hotel
Costes。 Allison will help you out with makeup。 Talk to Stef in
accessories for bags and shoes and jewelry。 You only have a
week； so get on it first thing tomorrow； OK？”
“I still don’t really believe she expects me to do this。”
“Well； believe it； because she sure wasn’t kidding。 Since I’m
not going to be able to e to the office at all this week；
you’re also going to—”
“What？ You’re not even going to e into theoffice ？” I might
not have taken a sick day or spent a single hour outside the
office while Miranda was there； but Emily hadn’t； either。 The
one time it had been close—when her great…grandfather had
died—she’d managed to get Home to Philadelphia； attend the
funeral； and be back at her desk without missing a minute of
work。 This was how things worked。 Period。 Short of death
（immediate family only）； dismemberment （your own）； or nuclear
war （only if confirmed by the U。S。 government to be directly
affecting Manhattan）； one was to be present。 This would be a
watershed moment in the Priestly regime。
“Andrea； I have mononucleosis。 I’m highly infectious。 It’s
really serious。 I’m not supposed to leave my apartment for a
cup of Coffee； never mind go to work for the day。 Miranda
understands that； and so you’ll need to pick up the slack。
There will be a lot to do to get both of you ready for Paris。
Miranda leaves on Wednesday for Milan； and then you’ll be
leaving to meet her in Paris the following Tuesday。”
“She understands that？ C’mon！ Tell me what she really said。” I
refused to believe that she’d accepted something as mundane as
mono for an excuse to not be available。 “Just give me that
small pleasure。 After all； my life will be hell for the next
few weeks。”
Emily sighed； and I could feel her eyes roll over the phone。
“Well； she wasn’t thrilled。 I didn’t actually talk to her； you
see； but my doctor said she kept asking if mono is a ‘real’
disease。 But when he assured her that it was； she was very
understanding。”
I laughed out loud。 “I’m sure she was； Em； I’m sure she was。
Don’t worry about a thing； OK？ You just concentrate on feeling
better； and I’ll take care of everything else。”
“I’ll e…mail you a checklist； just so you don’t forget
anything。”
“I won’t forget anything。 She’s been to Europe four times in
the past year。 I’ve got it down。 I’ll get the cash from the
basement bank； change a few grand into euros； buy a few more
grand’s worth of traveler’s checks； and triple confirm all of
her hair and makeup appointments while she’s there。 What else？
Oh； I’ll make sure the Ritz gives her the right Cell Phone
this time； and I’ll speak to the drivers ahead of time to make
sure they know they can’t ever leave her waiting。 I’m already
thinking of all the people who’ll need copies of her
itinerary—which I’ll type up； no problem—and I’ll see to it
that it gets passed around。 And of course she’ll have a
detailed itinerary as to the twins’ classes； lessons；
practices； and play dates； and full listings of the entire
household staff’s work schedules。 See！ You don’t have to
worry—I’ve got it all under control。”
“Don’t forget about the velvet；” she chided； singing the last
couple words as if on autopilot。 “Or the scarves！”
“Of course not！ They’re already on my list。” Before Miranda
packed for anything—or rather； had her housekeeper pack
her—either Emily or I would purchase massive rolls of velvet
at a fabric store and bring them to Miranda’s apartment。
There； we’d work with the housekeeper to cut them in the exact
shape and size of every article of clothing she was planning
to bring； and individually wrap each item in the plush
material。 The velvet packages were then neatly stacked in
dozens of Louis Vuitton suitcases； with plenty of extra pieces
included for when she inevitably threw the first batch out
upon unpacking in Paris。 In addition； usually one half of a
suitcase was occupied by a couple dozen orange Hermès boxes；
each containing a single white scarf just waiting to be lost；
forgotten； misplaced； or simply discarded。
I hung up with Emily after making a good effort to sound
sincerely sympathetic and found Lily stretched out on the
couch； smoking a cigarette and sipping a clear liquid that was
definitely not water from a cocktail glass。
“I thought we weren’t allowed to smoke in here；” I said；
flopping down next to her and immediately putting my feet on
the scuffed wooden Coffee table my parents had handed down to
us。 “Not that I care； but that wasyour rule。” Lily wasn’t a
full…time； mitted smoker like yours truly； she usually
smoked only when she drank and wasn’t one to even buy packs。 A
brand…new box of Camel Special Lights peeked out of the chest
pocket of her oversize button…down。 I nudged her thigh with my
slippered foot and nodded toward the cigarettes。 She handed
them over with a lighter。
“I knew you wouldn’t care；” she said； taking a leisurely drag
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