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“A Cosmopolitan, please,” Aunt Marty murmurs to the<br />
dark-haired waiter as he tucks us into a corner booth.<br />
“Make that two,” I say, flipping my hair. Whatever a<br />
Cosmopolitan is. It just sounds so . . . so . . . cosmopolitan,<br />
which is what I need—some city chic to counteract my terminal<br />
country-bumpkiness.<br />
Aunt Marty grins and says, “Three virgin Cosmos,<br />
please. And one with a bit more experience.”<br />
The waiter nods and leaves.<br />
We open our menus and disappear behind them.<br />
Everything is in French.<br />
“The haricots verts sound fabulous, don’t they, Martine?”<br />
Celeste says, trying to appear older than she is.<br />
Aunt Marty smiles. “Yes, I love green beans.”<br />
“I bet this sea bass with beurre meunière is scrumptious,”<br />
Frankie says.<br />
“Bear manure?” I quip. “Merveilleux!”<br />
We all crack up, elbow each other in the ribs, throw our<br />
heads back against the black leather of the booth. I run my<br />
fingers lightly down my neck the way I’d seen Aunt Marty<br />
once do.<br />
“On Henry’s orders, I’m having the salmon almondine.<br />
Appetizer size. But have anything your hearts desire,” Aunt<br />
Marty says airily.<br />
At the mention of my heart’s desire, I flash on Perry<br />
Gould. But, just as quickly, I recover. “The salmon sounds<br />
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