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I am so sure—who can concentrate on homework when your best friend and cousin are missing in New York City????
Wednesday, October 29, Algebra Review
Lars says he thinks it would be precipitous at this point to call the police. Mr. Gianini agrees with him. He says Lilly is ultimately quite sensible, and it is unrealistic to believe that she might let Hank fall into the hands of Libyan terrorists. I was, of course, only using Libyan terrorists as an example of the type of peril that might befall the two of them. There is another scenario which is much more disturbing:
Supposing Lilly is in love with him.
Seriously. Supposing Lilly, against all reason, has fallen madly in love with my cousin Hank, and he has fallen in love with her. Stranger things have happened. I mean, maybe Lilly is starting to realize that, yeah, Boris is a genius, but he still dresses funny and is incapable of breathing through his nose. Maybe she’s willing to sacrifice those long intellectual conversations she and Boris used to have for a boy whose only asset is what is commonly referred to as booty.
And Hank, maybe he’s been dazzled by Lilly’s superior intellect. I mean, her IQ is easily a hundred points higher than his.
But can’t they see that in spite of their mutual attraction, this relationship can only lead to ruin? I mean, suppose they DO IT, or something? And suppose that in spite of all those public service announcements on MTV, they neglect to practice safe sex, like my mom and Mr. G? They’ll have to get married, and then Lilly will have to go live in Indiana in a trailer park, because that’s where all teen mothers live. And she’ll be wearing Wal-Mart housedresses and smoking Kools while Hank goes off to the rubber tire factory and makes five fifty an hour.
Am I the only one who can see where all of this is heading? What is wrong with everyone?
First—grouping (evaluate with grouping symbols beginning with the innermost one)
Second—evaluate all powers
Third—multiply and divide left to right
Fourth—add and subtract in order left to right
Wednesday, October 29, 7 p.m.
It’s all right. They’re safe.
Apparently, Hank got back to the hotel around five, and Lilly showed up at her apartment, according to Michael, a little before that.
I would seriously like to know where they were, but all either of them will say is, “Just walking around.”
Lilly adds, “God, could you be a little more possessive?”
I am so sure.
But I have bigger things to worry about. Right as I was about to step into Grandmère’s suite at the Plaza for my princess lesson today, Dad appeared, looking nervous.
Only two things make my dad nervous. One is my mother.
And the other is his mother.
He said in a low voice, “Listen, Mia, about the wedding situation . . .”
I said, “I hope you had a chance to talk to Grandmère.”
“Your grandmother has already sent out the invitations. To the wedding, I mean.”
“What?”
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. This is a disaster. A disaster!
My dad must have known what I was thinking from my expression, since he went, “Mia, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. Just leave it to me, all right?”
But how can I not worry? My dad is a good guy and all. At least he tries to be, anyway. But we’re talking Grandmère here. GRANDMÈRE. Nobody goes up against Grandmère, not even the prince of Genovia.
And whatever he might have said to her so far, it certainly hasn’t worked. She and Vigo are more deeply absorbed than ever in their nuptial planning.
“We have had acceptances already,” Vigo informed me proudly when I walked in, “from the mayor, and Mr. Donald Trump, and Miss Diane Von Furstenberg, and the royal family of Sweden, and Mr. Oscar de la Renta, and Mr. John Tesh, and Miss Martha Stewart—”
