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Author: J. Minter
âisnât that horse beautiful?â
Liv clapped, too, because she was witnessing the sort of wattage you just donât get out west. She felt like every moment she spent in New York, she was learning a little bit more about how to win Patch and then keep him in her clutches forever.
donât look now ⦠but is that lara-jess jennings?
When the big white horse came riding through the Boat House, Sara-Beth Benny breathed a sigh of relief. Now, finally, people would stop staring at her and wondering if she was who they thought she was. Or whether or not sheâd had lunch. Or dinner.
She wouldnât even have gone out, except that she had to find David Grobart. And some sixth sense had told her that David Grobart would be at the Boat House tonight. Which was a nice coincidence, because the Boat House was where her mother had always taken her for lunch as a little girl when they were in New York. Sara-Bethâs mother was a famous stage actress who retired at thirty-three to marry the CEO of a telecommunications company, and always regretted it, and when she took her only daughter to the Boat House they would bond by ordering their hamburgerswell-done and then sending them back to the kitchen for being burned. Mom loved the Boat House almost as much as Sara-Beth did, but she wouldnât come to New York anymore because she insisted that everyone just looked at her and whispered
failure
under their breath. That was why SBB lived in a New York apartment by herself, and only went back to her parentsâ Los Angeles home for holidays. But she didnât really like being in her cold, lonely apartment, which was one of the reasons why she had to find David Grobart. His parents, who were therapists, had taken her in and let her live with them before her last business trip to Los Angeles.
So she had put on a shapeless dress made out of burlap that sheâd bought in this little boutique on Mott Street, and a black wig that she had worn in one of the last episodes of
Mikeâs Princesses,
the TV show that had made her famous. Sheâd worn the wig in the episode where she and her sisters suspected that their single dad might be dating their school principal, and trailed him in disguise.
She was pretty sure that people were still staring at her. A-holes!
SBB pushed against several of them as she moved out into the crowd, and hoped that the burlap would scratch them.
There was some to-do in the middle of the roomâa guy in a bow tie who evidently worked at the Boat House was sweating and pleading with Liesel Reid, resplendent on top of a white horse, to get down.
âMiss Reid,â he was saying, âanimals of a certain size are simply not allowed in our establishment. Now, you are a very special guest, but Iâm still going to have to ⦠â
Liesel Reid shook her mane of ash-blond hair and continued to blow kisses at her friends, who were all jumping up and down and calling out her name. SBB was glad to see Liesel even if she was surrounded by adoring fools. The girls had known each other since kindergarten, when they had gone to the same school, and they understood each other. SBB pushed past the bow-tie man, consciously trying to scratch him with her dress, and grabbed on to the horseâs saddle. The horse snorted and shifted nervously in the crowd.
âLiesel,â she hissed.
Liesel took a look at the pint-sized girl standing below her, and then gave her a bland smile and a cupped-hand wave. A beat later, she realized who was hiding under those big glasses.
âOh my God, SBB!â she shrieked.
Sara-Beth gave a fierce little shake of her head and put a finger over her lips, which she had used an almost white shade of lipstick on.
Liesel shifted her tan, well-defined jaw, and realizedher mistake. She rotated and waved at the crowd. After the moment had passed, she leaned over slickly and blew kisses on either side of Sara-Bethâs face. âIâm so
Liv clapped, too, because she was witnessing the sort of wattage you just donât get out west. She felt like every moment she spent in New York, she was learning a little bit more about how to win Patch and then keep him in her clutches forever.
donât look now ⦠but is that lara-jess jennings?
When the big white horse came riding through the Boat House, Sara-Beth Benny breathed a sigh of relief. Now, finally, people would stop staring at her and wondering if she was who they thought she was. Or whether or not sheâd had lunch. Or dinner.
She wouldnât even have gone out, except that she had to find David Grobart. And some sixth sense had told her that David Grobart would be at the Boat House tonight. Which was a nice coincidence, because the Boat House was where her mother had always taken her for lunch as a little girl when they were in New York. Sara-Bethâs mother was a famous stage actress who retired at thirty-three to marry the CEO of a telecommunications company, and always regretted it, and when she took her only daughter to the Boat House they would bond by ordering their hamburgerswell-done and then sending them back to the kitchen for being burned. Mom loved the Boat House almost as much as Sara-Beth did, but she wouldnât come to New York anymore because she insisted that everyone just looked at her and whispered
failure
under their breath. That was why SBB lived in a New York apartment by herself, and only went back to her parentsâ Los Angeles home for holidays. But she didnât really like being in her cold, lonely apartment, which was one of the reasons why she had to find David Grobart. His parents, who were therapists, had taken her in and let her live with them before her last business trip to Los Angeles.
So she had put on a shapeless dress made out of burlap that sheâd bought in this little boutique on Mott Street, and a black wig that she had worn in one of the last episodes of
Mikeâs Princesses,
the TV show that had made her famous. Sheâd worn the wig in the episode where she and her sisters suspected that their single dad might be dating their school principal, and trailed him in disguise.
She was pretty sure that people were still staring at her. A-holes!
SBB pushed against several of them as she moved out into the crowd, and hoped that the burlap would scratch them.
There was some to-do in the middle of the roomâa guy in a bow tie who evidently worked at the Boat House was sweating and pleading with Liesel Reid, resplendent on top of a white horse, to get down.
âMiss Reid,â he was saying, âanimals of a certain size are simply not allowed in our establishment. Now, you are a very special guest, but Iâm still going to have to ⦠â
Liesel Reid shook her mane of ash-blond hair and continued to blow kisses at her friends, who were all jumping up and down and calling out her name. SBB was glad to see Liesel even if she was surrounded by adoring fools. The girls had known each other since kindergarten, when they had gone to the same school, and they understood each other. SBB pushed past the bow-tie man, consciously trying to scratch him with her dress, and grabbed on to the horseâs saddle. The horse snorted and shifted nervously in the crowd.
âLiesel,â she hissed.
Liesel took a look at the pint-sized girl standing below her, and then gave her a bland smile and a cupped-hand wave. A beat later, she realized who was hiding under those big glasses.
âOh my God, SBB!â she shrieked.
Sara-Beth gave a fierce little shake of her head and put a finger over her lips, which she had used an almost white shade of lipstick on.
Liesel shifted her tan, well-defined jaw, and realizedher mistake. She rotated and waved at the crowd. After the moment had passed, she leaned over slickly and blew kisses on either side of Sara-Bethâs face. âIâm so
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