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be back for chemistry. I don’t know about all these courses—”
    â€œFlan.” She sighed. “You’ll be in Paris in two days. You really need to start adjusting your relationship with time. The French would never confine a good meal to a time-crunch just because of some boring class.” She turned to the waiter. “She’ll start with a Pellegrino now, and cappuccino later.”
    I looked at the waiter, whose shrug told me that my sister spoke the truth about the French rules and orders of beverage consumption.
    I shrugged back. You didn’t have to ask me to twice to skip chemistry. Slowly enjoying my cappuccino over dessert it was!
    â€œSo,” she said, finally putting down her BlackBerry. “All packed up?”
    For my sister, who, like the rest of my family, never really stayed anywhere long enough to
un
pack, being “all packed up” was pretty much just her general state of affairs. For me, however, who
hated
to pack (how was I supposed to know what I’d feel like wearing six days from now?), packing was almost always put off until the very last minute.
    I shook my head meekly, knowing what was coming from my occasionally tyrannical big sister.
    Feb stared at me. “Well, have you done
anything
to prepare? Do you have your adapter and your passport ready? Do you even know what the weather is going to be like over there? It sounds like you need help getting organized.” She sighed. “Do I need to lend you Lena and Laura for the day?”
    â€œHey,” I said. “Give me a little credit. Didn’t you hear my presentation last night at dinner?” For an off-the-cuff speech, I thought I’d presented my plans very well. Why was Feb giving me such a hard time?
    â€œSorry,” she said, “I had to step out at dinner to take a call from Kelly. He’s all worked up about thewater level in the rice paddies in Bangkok. The monsoons have been underwhelming this season.” She paused. “Sorry, boring. Anyway, I had to talk him off the ledge. Why don’t you give me a refresher course?”
    I sighed, heaving the GPA binder out yet again. Feb’s eyes widened when she saw the size of it, but they lit up when I started flipping through the pages. She nodded approvingly at the image printouts of our matching flats on the Boulevard Saint-Germain, and the Métro route I’d already mapped out for us to take to the Champs-Elysées.
    â€œ
Magnifique
.” She clapped when I’d finished. “Well, I guess I should eat my words—after I finish these oysters. You’ve really got a handle on your little Parisian adventure.”
    â€œ
Golden
Parisian Adventure,” I corrected, as the waiter set down our main course.
    Feb gave me a mischievous smile and waved a sheet of paper in the air. “Then I guess you don’t even need the list of tips that Jade Moodswing and I prepared for you—”
    â€œHey, let me see that!” I threw down my fork. The goat cheese could wait—I definitely wanted in on the latest Parisian scoop from Feb and Jade.
    â€œOkay, good,” Feb said, sounding happy to be needed again. “Keep that binder handy so you cantake notes. You must, must, must go to Café du Marché on rue Cler for lunch; then there’s Angelina’s after the Louvre for hot chocolate, and of course Aubergine for the fizziest juices you’ve ever tasted.” She looked up from her list. “Can Alex dance?”
    â€œThat’s like asking if the French make wine,” I said, remembering when Alex had hired a private tango instructor for us on Valentine’s Day—and proceeded to put me to shame with his moves. “The boy practically invented it.”
    â€œGood.” Feb nodded. “Then you’ll go to Étoile. It gets really good after about three a.m.” She looked wistful for a second. “God, I miss Paris,” she said. Then she shook