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oth heart and soul. Trust me. That’s the truth.”<br />
“We believe you,” Celeste says. Frankie and I nod.<br />
Aunt Marty peers into my eyes. “Shall we order<br />
dessert?”<br />
Dessert? Could this evening get any better?<br />
Aunt Marty orders four individual chocolate soufflés for<br />
us and an espresso for herself. We devour our desserts (Aunt<br />
Marty eats exactly three bites), melt into the leather booth,<br />
and bask in the afterglow of Aunt Marty’s advice. I feel more<br />
than grown-up; I feel mature. Confident. Womanly, even.<br />
Dare I say it, I feel the seed of Goddessdom blossoming<br />
within my soul. Perry Gould will soon be putty in my<br />
hands. He’ll be a quivering mass of goo, he’ll worship at the<br />
altar of Ruth, he’ll—<br />
“What’s wrong?”<br />
Aunt Marty’s beautiful, serene face suddenly disintegrates<br />
into sloppy tears and snot.<br />
“Who am I trying to kid?” she blubbers.<br />
I don’t know where to look.<br />
“Another Cosmo, Martine?” Alarmed, Celeste pats her<br />
shoulder.<br />
“I don’t know anything about men! I don’t know a thing<br />
about life!”<br />
“What do you mean?” Frankie yelps. Before our admiring<br />
eyes, my blueprint of a Goddess crumbles like French<br />
bleu cheese. It’s like running into one of your teachers in the<br />
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