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Lisa’s chef, Cook, said. I had to ask him like three times if that was his real last name. He was very handsome. I don’t know, he was like 30 or so. Definitely older than 25. He showed me a picture of his wife and two kids, a girl and a boy. They all lived on 96th Street on the West side. He was an all-natural celebrity chef. He couldn’t stop smiling when I asked him how old his kids were and what they wanted to be when they grew up. He seemed like the kind of dad every dad should be like.
    â€œWhat are you thinking about after school? Staying in New York or going to Paris?” Lisa asked.
    â€œIt depends on what good colleges are in Paris,” I said.
    Lisa laughed. “You could be making $3 million a year. Why slow things with college? We have to strike while the iron’s hot.”
    â€œBeauty and brains are a lethal pair,” I smiled. Inside, though, I wanted to wince at the sight of her throwing her head back in hysterics.
    â€œWhat am I going to do with you?” Lisa said.
    â€œHow about shopping this afternoon? I received an invite to the new MIX IT boutique premiere. There’s an after-party,” I said.
    â€œOh, you know Stew loves Hamptons events. I’m partied out for this weekend. But we can do something next weekend.”
    â€œWant to get a bite?” Cara texted.
    â€œCan’t,” I texted.
    â€œLater?” Cara texted
    â€œNot sure of plans yet?” I texted
    â€œLOL. Sounds like a Merek run. Does he taste as good as he looks?” Cara texted.
    Gross! No wonder Frenchy and Cara got along so well. Both hot tamales.
    â€œYou’re just like Demini, texting at the table. Chipmunk, your mahi mahi is getting cold!” Lisa said.
    â€œSorry!”
    â€œYou should sleep over. You know Demini, my niece from Florida, she will be out next week!”
    â€œWhat part of Florida is she from?”
    â€œDo you know, I think it’s somewhere over by Key West?”
    â€œI have a good friend in Miami,” I said.
    â€œGood, we have something booked for you toward the end of the month in Miami. You should stay a day extra and visit your friend.”
    â€œShe’s in Paris for the summer with her mom,” I said.
    â€œThat’s the way to do it. Maybe we can do a spa day next weekend with Demini.”
    â€œI’m in.”
    â€œDemini is going to take a summer writing class in the city in August. She’s not going to college. Instead, she’s moving to Los Angeles this fall to get into the business,” Lisa said.
    â€œShe sounds very fun!” I really had no idea what to think. I wasn’t giving up college. I was gung ho about NYU. Mom went there. Daddy was a Dartmouth guy. Mama had dated another Dartmouth guy before Daddy. At first, she didn’t even like my Dad. My mother happened to be visiting my grandmother the week she met my father.My grandmother told me she had to convince my mother not to be so narrow-minded. She coaxed her into answering his calls. And now look how he remembers Mama. He doesn’t!
    â€œDo you tweet?” Lisa asked.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œDo you have an account on Twitter, sweetheart?”
    â€œYeah. MilanParkAve.”
    â€œGreat. We have a new PR unit and we want to focus on you. They are launching social media campaigns for our top clients.”
    â€œAs long as it doesn’t involve me blogging. I don’t want to write about what I’m doing every day.”
    â€œThey will take care of everything.”
    â€œDessert is served at the window seat. Lemon meringue tarts with handmade strawberry ice cream. A pomegranate, blackberry, banana smoothie at your request,” Cook smiled at Lisa.
    â€œThis is the best smoothie, sweetheart. A must try!” Lisa smiled.
    â€œHow are things going?” Merek texted. I hadn’t gotten back to him since he asked me to dinner.
    â€œStill awake. Seriously—kind of fun,” I texted. The window