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ride had arrived when she heard the collective squeal down the hall as they all rushed out to meet Olivia Dagwood.
The megastar was extremely gracious, and even signed autographs for the ladies. Marnie actually had to push her way through them to get to the vehicle, and practically had to pull Linda Farrino out of the passenger seat.
Mrs. Farrino did not take kindly to be pulled out of the Lamborghini. She pushed Marnie back from the car a little and went toe to toe with her, her hands on her hips. "You better watch it, little miss," she said hotly. "Do you remember how I used to spank you?"
"Are you… are you threatening to
spank
me?" Marnie asked, aghast.
"Marnie, mind your manners!" Mom added hotly.
"Sorry, Mrs. Farrino," Marnie muttered, but quickly stepped around her and dove into the car and pulled the door shut before the woman could stick her overprocessed head inside once more.
Olivia smiled and waved, but hit the gas and tore away from the neighborhood crowd that was growing. "Why does anyone want an autograph?" she demanded of Marnie. "What good is it? I don't understand why people won't just leave me alone! Am I not allowed to drive on a street? Must I be accosted everywhere I go?"
Okay, that was asking a little much, Marnie thought, seeing as how Olivia was a huge movie star and was driving a Lamborghini, of all things, on a street right smack dab in the middle-class neighborhood of Hancock Park. These people crowded around the mailman, for heaven's sake!
Fortunately, Olivia seemed to get over it, and as they drove into Beverly Hills, she looked around at every stoplight wondering aloud when the paparazzi were going to jump out and start snapping photos.
"I can't
believe
they haven't picked me up yet," she muttered. "They really haven't picked me up yet," she repeated, frowning slightly as she drummed her fingers nervously against her wheel. "Oh well. It's only a matter of time."
Honestly, Marnie couldn't tell if Olivia was miffed that it was taking them so long to jump out or that they would eventually invade her privacy.
Olivia turned off Venice Boulevard and made a couple of more turns, then finally turned into a residential neighborhood and into the drive of a typical California bungalow. "I hope you don't mind," she said breezily to Mamie's puzzled look, "but I need to see my spiritual advisor something awful. Are you into kabbalah?"
"Ah… not really," Marnie said. "I'm not really sure what it is."
"No!" Olivia exclaimed, wide-eyed. "
Everyone
is into kabbalah. Come in and meet Ari. He's
wonderful
," she said with a dreamy smile.
"Ari?"
"My spiritual advisor," she said, and hopped out of the car. "He practices a new kind of kabbalah."
Marnie followed Olivia, and as she stepped inside, she stifled a gasp of surprise.
Inside looked like a fancy spa. There was a fountain in the middle of the front room, a cherub standing on one foot and spouting water. The floors were teak, the walls were painted a deep red, and the smell of incense wafted through the air. Light was provided by a set of very low-hung Chinese lanterns. There wasn't any furniture to speak of, just two teak stools in a minimalist decor.
A tall man with a close-cropped beard and a ponytail stepped through some beads hanging across a doorway. He was wearing a Hawaiian camp shirt, linen pants, and leather sandals, and when he saw Olivia, he smiled and held his arms wide. "Ah, my little raindrop," he said kindly, and Olivia dropped her bag on one stool and rushed across the room into his arms.
He engulfed her tiny body in a bear hug and held her tightly to him for a moment. Then he loosened his grip and glanced up at Marnie. "Where is your Lucy?"
"She has the day off," Olivia said. "This is my friend, Marnie."
"Ah," he said, putting a big hand on top of Olivia's shoulders. "Is Marnie a believer?"
"Not yet!" Olivia chirped.
Ari chuckled and let go of Olivia. He very languidly glided forward to stand before Marnie, then placed
The megastar was extremely gracious, and even signed autographs for the ladies. Marnie actually had to push her way through them to get to the vehicle, and practically had to pull Linda Farrino out of the passenger seat.
Mrs. Farrino did not take kindly to be pulled out of the Lamborghini. She pushed Marnie back from the car a little and went toe to toe with her, her hands on her hips. "You better watch it, little miss," she said hotly. "Do you remember how I used to spank you?"
"Are you… are you threatening to
spank
me?" Marnie asked, aghast.
"Marnie, mind your manners!" Mom added hotly.
"Sorry, Mrs. Farrino," Marnie muttered, but quickly stepped around her and dove into the car and pulled the door shut before the woman could stick her overprocessed head inside once more.
Olivia smiled and waved, but hit the gas and tore away from the neighborhood crowd that was growing. "Why does anyone want an autograph?" she demanded of Marnie. "What good is it? I don't understand why people won't just leave me alone! Am I not allowed to drive on a street? Must I be accosted everywhere I go?"
Okay, that was asking a little much, Marnie thought, seeing as how Olivia was a huge movie star and was driving a Lamborghini, of all things, on a street right smack dab in the middle-class neighborhood of Hancock Park. These people crowded around the mailman, for heaven's sake!
Fortunately, Olivia seemed to get over it, and as they drove into Beverly Hills, she looked around at every stoplight wondering aloud when the paparazzi were going to jump out and start snapping photos.
"I can't
believe
they haven't picked me up yet," she muttered. "They really haven't picked me up yet," she repeated, frowning slightly as she drummed her fingers nervously against her wheel. "Oh well. It's only a matter of time."
Honestly, Marnie couldn't tell if Olivia was miffed that it was taking them so long to jump out or that they would eventually invade her privacy.
Olivia turned off Venice Boulevard and made a couple of more turns, then finally turned into a residential neighborhood and into the drive of a typical California bungalow. "I hope you don't mind," she said breezily to Mamie's puzzled look, "but I need to see my spiritual advisor something awful. Are you into kabbalah?"
"Ah… not really," Marnie said. "I'm not really sure what it is."
"No!" Olivia exclaimed, wide-eyed. "
Everyone
is into kabbalah. Come in and meet Ari. He's
wonderful
," she said with a dreamy smile.
"Ari?"
"My spiritual advisor," she said, and hopped out of the car. "He practices a new kind of kabbalah."
Marnie followed Olivia, and as she stepped inside, she stifled a gasp of surprise.
Inside looked like a fancy spa. There was a fountain in the middle of the front room, a cherub standing on one foot and spouting water. The floors were teak, the walls were painted a deep red, and the smell of incense wafted through the air. Light was provided by a set of very low-hung Chinese lanterns. There wasn't any furniture to speak of, just two teak stools in a minimalist decor.
A tall man with a close-cropped beard and a ponytail stepped through some beads hanging across a doorway. He was wearing a Hawaiian camp shirt, linen pants, and leather sandals, and when he saw Olivia, he smiled and held his arms wide. "Ah, my little raindrop," he said kindly, and Olivia dropped her bag on one stool and rushed across the room into his arms.
He engulfed her tiny body in a bear hug and held her tightly to him for a moment. Then he loosened his grip and glanced up at Marnie. "Where is your Lucy?"
"She has the day off," Olivia said. "This is my friend, Marnie."
"Ah," he said, putting a big hand on top of Olivia's shoulders. "Is Marnie a believer?"
"Not yet!" Olivia chirped.
Ari chuckled and let go of Olivia. He very languidly glided forward to stand before Marnie, then placed
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