him last year he asked all about you. And now youâre both living in New York! You guys were, like, really tight.â
âWe were close. Butâ¦obviously I was obsessed with him and itâs probably not a good idea. I mean, what would be the point, anyway?â
âYou were inseparable back then,â Leigh whined, trying to entice me. âThereâs good stuff thereâa real friendship that excited you.â
I took a deep breath and exhaled the thought, shaking my head. âIâm not seeking him out, itâs too nerve-racking. Itâs so weird heâs at Columbia now. Heâs the youngest tenured professor in the departmentâ¦â I could hear my voice trail off as I caught Leigh staring at me with a mischievous face. She had heard me spill way too many guts out over him way back when. âHe was like my idol for so long, I almost donât want to see him.â
âYou guys look like a couple of gossiping teens in the cafeteria,â Josh interrupted, as he put his briefcase down by the door and came toward our booth.
âJosh!â Leigh ran to the door and hugged Joshie, who looked thoroughly wiped out but beyond adorable with his tie loosened and his suit slightly rumpled from a marathon workday. He came to kiss me. âAmber told me you two were here. Hi, love. You look hot. Is this a yummy mummy or what, LeighLeigh?â
âDelish!â she said, smiling, putting her free arm around me, pressing us into a triumvirate hug.
âPlease. You could fry an egg on my face I am so greasy right now,â I complained. âWant to order something? Ugh, sweets, I am the worst wife. I havenât made one dinner for you since we got here.â Not that Iâm any great shakes in the kitchen, though I do make a mean grilled cheese.
âHey, weâre in New York,â he said, smiling, wrapping his arms around Leigh and me. âThe only thing most wives have to make for dinner is reservations.â
AND IN BEE-LANDâ¦
Instant Message from: BeeElliott
BeeElliott: So youâre coming to the trunk show tom?
Maggs10021: Totally! Itâs my fave one, gonna do some SERIOUS damage w/ my AmEx.
BeeElliott: Me too. Letâs go shopping after, I want to hit Christian Louboutin and Michael Kors for my outfit for the MoMA party.
Maggs10021: I have pers trainer, canâtâ¦What abt day after tom?
BeeElliott: Canât, have Pilates.
Maggs10021: Youâre doing so much Pilates these days. Addicted?
BeeElliott: Gotta get down to 108 bef we start trying for baby #2. Parkâs dyyyying to get me preg right now but must lose last 3 pounds.
Maggs10021: You = stick, Bee! Crazy.
BeeElliott: Anyway, must go; Giorgio is here to do my highlightsâsee u tom. Ohâand donât forget, that Hannah Allen is coming too, but letâs ditch her bef we hit Madison.
Maggs10021: Deal.
Seven
The next morning, newly empowered from my evening with Leigh, I put Violet in the stroller and headed to the nearby Pierre Hotel to meet Bee and Maggie. I had unearthed a few cool outfits from my dusty U-Haul boxes and felt way more stylish than I had the day before, when I had looked like such a recent San Franciscan importâi.e., sans edge.
I got to the grand hotel and walked in the gilded double doors. Maggie was inside fanning herself with her Fendi clutch.
âUck, could it
be
any hotter out there?â she said with Chandler Bing sarcasm, delicately blotting her ever-so-slightly-misted brow. Her blond bob looked recently blown out and, like most moms Iâd spied in the âhood, she was using her huge Jackie O. sunglasses as a headband.
âI know, I hate summer,â I said.
âWhat?â said Bee, who walked in, snapping her cell phone shut. âDid you just say you
hate summer
?â
I know it sounds so weird and almost call-the-cops criminal, but y
es
. I hate summer. I always feel slow and lethargic and dirty. Everyone