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  there through the entire conversation。 “Is he mad at you?”

  “Probably;” I sighed; hugging my canvas messenger bag to my chest。 
  “I’ve been a shit to him lately。” I went to the bar to ask for an 
  appetizer menu and by the time I came back; the Wall Street guy had 
  curled up on the couch next to Lily。 He looked to be in his late 
  twenties; but his receding hairline made it impossible to know for 
  sure。

  I grabbed her coat and tossed it at her。 “Lily; put that on。 We’re 
  leaving;” I said while looking at him。 He was on the shorter side; 
  and his pleated khakis didn’t help his pudgy figure。 And the fact 
  that his tongue was now two inches from my best friend’s ear didn’t 
  make me like him any more。

  “Hey; what’s the rush?” he asked in a whiny; nasal voice。 “Your 
  friend and I are just getting to know each other。” Lily grinned and 
  nodded; trying to take a gulp from her drink but not realizing her 
  glass was empty。

  “Well; that’s very sweet; but it’s time for us to go。 What’s your 
  name?”

  “Stuart。”

  “Nice to meet you; Stuart。 Why don’t you give Lily here your number 
  and she can give you a call when she’s feeling a little better—or 
  not。 How does that sound?” I flashed him a smile。

  “Uh; whatever。 No worries。 I’ll catch you guys later。” He was on his 
  feet and headed to the bar so fast that Lily hadn’t yet noticed he’d 
  left。

  “Stuart and I are getting to know each other; aren’t we; Stu?” She 
  turned to the place where he had sat and looked confused。

  “Stuart had to run; Lil。 e on; let’s get out of here。”

  I pulled her drab green peacoat on over her sweater and yanked her 
  to her feet; where she swayed precariously until she regained her 
  balance。 The air outside was searing and cold and I figured it’d 
  help her sober up。

  “I don’t feel so good。” She was slurring again。

  “I know; sweetie; I know。 Let’s get a cab back to your apartment; 
  OK? Do you think you can make it?”

  She nodded and then leaned over very casually and threw up。 All over 
  her brown boots; with some of it splashing up the sides of her 
  jeans。If only the Runwaygirls could see my best friend now。 I 
  couldn’t help thinking。

  I sat her down on a window ledge that looked reasonably like it 
  wouldn’t have an alarm and ordered her not to move。 There was a 
  twenty…four…hour bodega right across the street; and this girl 
  clearly needed some water。 When I got back; she’d thrown up 
  again—this time all down her front—and her eyes looked droopy。 I’d 
  bought two bottles of Poland Spring; one for her to drink and one 
  for cleaning; but she was too gross now。 I dumped one all over her 
  feet to wash away the sick; and half of the second one over her 
  coat。 Better to be soaking wet than covered in puke。 She was so 
  drunk she didn’t even notice。

  It took a little persuading to get a cabbie to let us in with Lily 
  looking in such bad shape; but I promised a really big tip on top of 
  what was sure to be a really big fare。 We were going from the Lower 
  East Side to the far Upper West; and I was already figuring out a 
  way to expense what was sure to be a twenty…dollar ride。 I could 
  probably just write it off as a trip I had to make in search of 
  something for Miranda。 Yes; that would work。

  The trip to her fourth…floor walk…up was even less fun than the cab; 
  but she’d bee more cooperative after the twenty…five…minute ride; 
  and she even managed to wash herself in the shower after I’d 
  undressed her。 I pointed her in the direction of her bed and watched 
  as she collapsed face…down when her knees hit the box spring。 I 
  looked down at her; unconscious; and was momentarily nostalgic for 
  college; for all the things we’d done together then。 It was fun now; 
  no question; but it would never again be as carefree as then。

  I briefly wondered if Lily might be drinking too much these days。 
  After all; she did seem to be drunk pretty consistently。 But when 
  Alex had brought it up the week before; I’d assured him it was 
  because she was still a student; still not living in the real world 
  with real; adult responsibilities (like pouring the perfect 
  Pellegrino!)。 I mean; it’s not like we hadn’t together done too many 
  shots at Señ;or Frog’s on spring break or too ambitiously worked our 
  way through three bottles of red wine while celebrating the 
  anniversary of the day we’d first met in eighth grade。 Lily had held 
  my hair back as I sat with my face resting on the toilet seat after 
  a postfinals binge; and pulled over four times once while driving me 
  back to my dorm after a night that had included eight rum and Cokes 
  and a particularly horrid karaoke rendition of “Every Rose Has Its 
  Thorn。” I’d dragged her back to my apartment on the night of her 
  twenty…first birthday and tucked her into my bed; checking her 
  breathing every ten minutes; and finally fell asleep on the floor 
  next to her after I’d made sure she’d live through the night。 She 
  had awakened twice that night。 The first time was to throw up over 
  the side of the bed—making a sincere effort to make it into the 
  garbage can I’d set up beside it but getting confused and vomiting 
  down the side of my wall instead—and once more to apologize 
  sincerely and tell me she loved me and I was the best friend a girl 
  could have。 That’s what friends did: they got drunk together and did 
  stupid things and looked out for one another; right? Or was that all 
  just college fun; rites of passage that had a time and a place? Alex 
  had insisted that this was different; thatshe was different; but I 
  just didn’t see it that way。

  I knew I should’ve stayed with her tonight; but it was nearly two 
  and I had to be at work in five hours。 My clothes smelled of vomit 
  and there was no way I could find a single appropriate piece of 
  clothing in Lily’s closet to wear toRunway —especially with my new 
  upgraded look。 I sighed and pulled a blanket over her and set her 
  alarm for 7:00A 。M。 so just in case she wasn’t too hungover; she’d 
  have a shot at making it to class。

  “’Bye; Lil。 I’m heading out。 You OK?” I placed the portable phone on 
  the pillow by her head。

  She opened her eyes; looked directly at me; and smiled。 “Thanks;” 
  she muttered; her eyelids dropping again。 She wasn’t fit to run a 
  marathon; or probably even operate a motorized lawn mower; but she’d 
  be fine to just sleep it off。

  “It was my pleasure;” I managed; even though this was the first time 
  in twenty…one hours I had stopped physically running; fetching; 
  rearranging; moving; cleaning; or otherwise assisting。 “I’ll call 
  you tomorrow;” I said as I willed my legs not to give out。 “If 
  either of us is still alive。” And I finally;finally; went Home。


  10

  “Hey; I’m glad I caught you;” I heard Cara say on the other end of 
  the line。 Why was she out of breath at quarter of eight in the 
  morning?

  “Uh…oh。 You never call this early。 What’s wrong?” In the split 
  second it took me to say those words; a half…dozen scenarios of what 
  Miranda could need raced through my mind。

  “No; no; it’s nothing like that。 I just wanted to warn you that 
  B…DAD is on his way in to see you; and he’s particularly chatty this 
  morning。”

  “Oh; well; that’s sure great news。 It’s been; what; nearly a week 
  since he’s interrogated me about every aspect of my life? I was 
  wondering where my biggest fan had gone。” I finished typing my memo 
  and hit “print。”

  “You’re a lucky girl; I have to say。 He’s lost interest in me 
  entirely;” she pined dramatically。 “He only has eyes for you。 I 
  heard him say that he was ing over to discuss details of the Met 
  party with you。”

  “Great; that’s just great。 I can’t wait to meet this brother of his。 
  So far I’ve just spoken to him on the phone; but he sounds like a 
  total schmuck。 So; you’re sure he’s on his way; or is it possible 
  there’s a kind spirit up above who just may spare me that particular 
  misery today?”

  “Nope; not today。 He’s definitely on his way。 Miranda has a 
  podiatrist appointment at eight…thirtyA 。M。; so I don’t think she’ll 
  be ing with him。”

  I checked the appointment book on Emily’s desk quickly and confirmed 
  her appointments。 A Miranda…free morning was indeed on the schedule。 
  “Fantastic。 I couldn’t think of anyone dreamier to do a little 
  early…morning bonding with than B…DAD himself。 Why does he talk so 
  much?”

  “Can’t answer that other than to point out the obvious: he married 
  her; so he’s clearly not all there。 Call if he says anything 
  particularly ridiculous。 I have to run。 Caroline just smashed one of 

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