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me to suggest that Stacy try to get her to change the bio before Arianna showed up as the face of CRUSH ’s first issue?
    But at least I had figured out the mystery chart on my first try. Arianna was a Gemini, and probably a pretty messed-up one. Although she was only a couple of years older than I, the information on her site failed to hide how disturbed she looked beneath the makeup and the multicolored hair extensions. What was that race the death machine stuff all about? Was it part of the act, or did she mean it? And it was up to me to predict what would happen to her in the month ahead. I would attempt that as soon as I checked out the ephemeris and found out a little more.

EPHEMERIS
    A Latin word that comes from the Greek “ephémeros, -on,” meaning daily. An almanac listing the positions of the planets and other data for any given time period covering six thousand years. A tool used by astrologers in forecasting. As with any tool, its effectiveness is based, in part, upon the skill of the user.
     
    I sent Jeremy a text late Friday night after I had driven home.
    call when u can
I need to talk
And I love u
    Since he was a musician, he might know something about Arianna. Besides, he’d be happy that I’d found such an amazing opportunity , as Jaffa put it.
    Right. I couldn’t lie about it to myself. It wasn’t Arianna or the internship. It wasn’t even the possibility of a column. It was loneliness. I needed to hear Jeremy’s voice, needed to hear him say he loved me.
    By Monday, he still hadn’t called. Nor had he replied to my text. That was a first.
    I tried to drive the doubts from my mind by singing louder than I could think in the shower. Channeled Beyoncé. Channeled Gwen Stefani. Even channeled Arianna Woods. “Love me just a little bit, a little bit, a little ...” I showered in words, swam in them.

    The steam didn’t do much for my out-of-control curls. My hair looked as if it belonged in a cartoon.
    How could a guy like Jeremy fall for someone with a flat chest, a nonexistent butt, and hair like mine? It wasn’t the thought I wanted to think as I stared into the bathroom mirror. I closed my eyes and pictured the beach in Monterey, the two of us that last day at the airport.
    Everything in life is action or distraction.
    I could hear Henry Jaffa, could see that strange little smile. Beating myself up in the mirror was most definitely distraction. And so was daydreaming about Jeremy. I needed to focus today.
    That meant wearing the new tank and jacket my mom bought the weekend of the GDA (Great Divorce Announcement). And the boots again. Yes, definitely the boots. I pulled my hair up in back with a little braid on the side, and I was ready to go.
    When they picked me up for school that Monday morning, Chili and Paige said I looked hot. I realized it was the first time in a long time I had heard that from them. Maybe that’s because it was the first time in a long time that I had cared about how I looked at school. I really hoped that Jeremy would show up and take me away at any moment. Now that he wasn’t answering my text, I could somehow see myself more clearly again. And I wanted to like what I saw. Today—my first Monday back from San Francisco—I did. Kind of, and for an Aquarius, kind of was just fine.
    In journalism class, Snider asked us to work in groups of three to brainstorm story ideas. I started for a table but
noticed that Chili was walking slower than usual. Sol, our editor, caught up with us.
    “Like your hair,” he whispered.
    Not what I wanted to hear. Not from him. He was a tall, soft-spoken Cancer who had moved with his family from Texas at the end of my sophomore year. Although I liked him, he was coming on a little too strong, especially for such an easygoing guy.
    “Thanks.”
    I glanced away from him and slid onto a chair.
    “Mind if I join you?” He looked around at us as if not certain how to proceed.
    “You’re the editor.” I didn’t mean to make it