'You hang up first,' I said.
Sadly, he got less bossy after this. Instead, he started talking in this voice I had only ever heard him use once before, and
that was on the stoop in front of my mom's apartment building the night of the Non-Denominational Winter Dance, when
we did all that kissing.
Which was actually even more exhilarating than when he was bossing me around, to be truthful.
'No,' he said. 'You hang up first.'
'No,' I said, thrilled to pieces. 'You.'
'No,' he said. 'You.'
'Both of you hang up,' Lilly said, very rudely, over the extension. 'Grandma needs to call Uncle Mort in Schenectady to
see how his toe surgery went.'
So we both said goodbye very hastily and hung up.
But I'm almost positive Michael would have said 'I love you' if Lilly hadn't been on the line.
Saturday, January 9, 2 p.m.,
Royal Genovian Limo
Grandmere can be so mean. Seriously. Imagine pinching me, just because she thought I had dozed off for a few seconds
at lunch! I swear I am going to have a bruise now. It's a good thing I don't have any time to go to the beach, because if I
did and anyone saw the scar she'd left, they'd probably call the Genovian Child Protection Services.
And I'm sorry, but the Genovian Historical Society was really, really boring. Worse than the FOIL system, practically.
How many times can you hear about marauding Visigoths, anyway?
And I wasn't asleep, either. I was just resting my eyes.
Grandmere says it is thoughtless of Michael to keep me up all hours whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I informed her
very firmly that Michael had actually told me to hang up, because he cares very deeply about me, and that I was the one
who kept on talking. And that we don't whisper sweet nothings to one another, we have substantive discussions about art
and literature and Bill Gates's stranglehold on the software industry.
To which Grandmere replied,
But you can tell she is totally jealous because she would like a boyfriend who is as smart and thoughtful as mine. But that
will so never happen, because Grandmere is too mean, and besides, there is that whole thing she does with her eyebrows.
Boys like girls with real eyebrows, not painted-on ones.
Saturday, January 9, 10 p.m.,
Royal Genovian Bedchamber
I am so excited! Tina, not being able to join her family on the ski slopes, spent all day in an Aspen Internet cafe looking up
all of her friends' horoscopes. She just faxed over my and Michael's astrological chart! I am taping it here in my journal so
I won't lose it. It is so accurate it is making my spine tingle.
Michael — Date of Birth = January 5:
Mia — Date of Birth = May 1: