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yummy.” The closest I’ve ever come to eating salmon before<br />
was StarKist tuna. “Appetizer size for me, too.”<br />
“Us, too,” Frankie and Celeste chime in.<br />
Our Cosmopolitans arrive, and Aunt Marty tells the<br />
handsome waiter what we want. He says, “Excellent<br />
choice.”<br />
We beam and settle into the cushy leather seats. The<br />
spindly stemmed glasses of our Cosmos stand like four<br />
sparkling rose-hued sentries, guarding Wonderland.<br />
“Vodka, triple sec, lime juice, and cranberry juice,” says<br />
Aunt Marty.<br />
My eyes get wide. “In mine,” she adds. “Yours are probably<br />
jazzed-up ginger ales.”<br />
I take a sip. It’s the best ginger ale ever.<br />
“To us.” Aunt Marty raises her glass.<br />
“To us,” we repeat. How amazing is it that Aunt Marty<br />
considers us an us? I feel so high my ginger ale could have<br />
been champagne. In fact, I feel wild—empowered with<br />
Goddesslike potential.<br />
“Now that you have our undivided attention,” I say to<br />
my beautiful aunt, “will you teach us how to turn men into<br />
quivering masses of adoring goo?”<br />
Aunt Marty bursts out laughing. “Men? You’re fourteen.”<br />
“Okay, boys,” I say. “After tonight, we want to become<br />
Delaware’s Goddesses of Love.”<br />
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