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Friday, April 28, 7 p.m., the loft
Dear Ms. Delacroix,
Thank you for your submission. After a great deal of consideration, we have decided Ransom My Heart is not right for us at this time.
Sincerely,
Pembroke Publishing
Rejected again!
Seriously, is the entire publishing world on crack? How can no one want to publish my novel? I mean, I know it’s not War and Peace, but I’ve seen way worse out there. My book is better than that! I mean, at least my book doesn’t have spanking sex robots in it or anything.
Maybe if I’d put spanking sex robots in it, someone would want to publish it. But I can’t put spanking sex robots in it now. It’s too late, and besides, that wouldn’t be historically accurate.
Anyway.
Things are insane here with preparations for arrivals for the birthday extravaganza. Mamaw and Papaw will be staying at the Tribeca Grand this time, and every effort is being undertaken to see that Mom and Mr. G have as little one-on-one time with them as possible. They’re being sent on tours of Ellis Island, Liberty Island, Little Italy, Harlem, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Madame Tussaud’s wax museum, Ripley’s Believe It or Not!, and M&M’s World (the last three at their request).
Of course, they want to visit with me and Rocky (mostly Rocky), but Mom keeps saying, “Oh, there’ll be plenty of time for that.” They’re only staying for three days. How there’ll be time for visiting and all that touring, as well as the party, is a secret known only to Mom.
Uh-oh, an IM from Tina:
ILUVROMANCE: So we’re meeting on Broadway and 168th Street tomorrow at 1:30 p.m. The dedication ceremony or whatever it is starts at 2 so that should give us plenty of time to get good seats so we can see Michael up close.
What is it going to take to get through to these girls that I am NOT going to this thing?
FTLOUIE: Sounds good!
“Sounds good” isn’t a lie. I mean, what she said does sound good.
It’ll be sad and all when they’re standing on the corner of Broadway and 168th all by themselves. But no one said life was fair.
ILUVROMANCE: Wait…Mia, you are coming, right? Crud.
Whoa. How did she guess????
FTLOUIE: No. I told you I wasn’t.
ILUVROMANCE: Mia, you HAVE to come! The whole thing is for nothing if you’re not there! I mean, aren’t you the least bit curious about how Michael looks after all this time? And whether or not—be serious, now—he cares? You know, in THAT way?
Oh, Go
d. She would have to play the “If he still cares” card.
FTLOUIE: Tina, I already have a boyfriend who loves me and whom I love back. And anyway, how am I going to be able to tell if Michael still cares “in THAT way” just by seeing him at some public event?
ILUVROMANCE: You’ll be able to tell. You just will. Your eyes will meet across the room and you’ll know. So. What are you going to wear????
Fortunately I just got a call from J.P. He’s done with rehearsal for the day and wants to grab some sushi at Blue Ribbon. Using his dad’s producer connections, he’s gotten a table for two (virtually impossible at a place like that on a Friday night). He wants to know if I can join him for some crispy salmon skin and dragon rolls.
My other choice for dinner is leftover pizza from last night, or two nights’ old Number One Noodle Son cold sesame noodles.
Or I could shoot up to Grandmère’s newly renovated condo at the Plaza and join her and Vigo for salads as they strategize for my party.
Hmmm, what to choose, what to choose? It’s so hard.
And, okay, J.P. might use the opportunity to ask me to the prom…like, maybe he’ll slip a written invitation into an oyster shell or under a piece of unagi or something.
