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glad you could make it,” she said. “I haven’t seen you since the Mawc Jacobs show.”
    â€œThat catastrophe,” Sara-Beth said from behind her Marc shades. “They put us in the second row.”
    â€œIdiots,” Liesel said happily. “Anyway, why the wig? New look for you. Very Uma circa
Pulp Fiction.
”
    â€œI’m undercover,” Sara-Beth said, looking about her furtively to make sure that no one was listening. Luckily, everyone was busy discussing how gorgeous Liesel looked. Even Mr. Bow Tie had run away for backup. “I’ve just been on the coast, and guess what! I got a part in that genius indie director Ric Rodrickson’s new movie. It’s due to start shooting in Gda ń sk in ten days, and it’s in my contract that I’m not supposed to be partying.”
    Liesel and Sara-Beth exchanged simultaneous eye rolls.
    â€œAnyway, great party. We should catch up once you come down off the horse.”
    â€œI would love that,” Liesel said, making the call-me gesture with her hand, and squeezing her heels into her horse’s sides. Then the horse moved into the crowd, with Liesel extending her hands down for people to touch as though she were a princess or a rock star. Or a little bit of both.
    Sara-Beth moved with hunched shoulders and downcast eyes through the crowd. She tried to imagine that she was in character … as a hobo. She spotted David’s friends standing near the dance floor, but David wasn’t with them, and Sara-Beth decided that it would be too much of a to-do if she tried to say hi to all those people. They were cool kids, but even they couldn’t help getting sort of starstruck around her. She was, after all, a star.
    She slipped along the wood-paneled walls, smiling at waiters and generally trying not to be noticed. All of the air-kissing and music and hellos and all the food smells were sort of getting to her, though, and she was struck by a sudden panic that maybe she looked more SBB-like than she realized.
    She swiveled in the other direction and headed for the bathroom, trying to hide her face with her hand. That’s when she saw him.
    He was standing against a wall and looking around warily, all six foot five of him, and his hair was a dark shadow on a nearly shaved scalp. David Grobart was, without a doubt, her hero. He was even wearing undercover garb that must’ve been meant to be sympathetic to her—a regular navy hoodie and nondescript jeans and plain old basketball shoes.
    SBB spread her arms back against the wall and moved in. Meanwhile David pretended not to noticeher. When she reached him she did a little spin and landed against his chest. Before he could say anything, she put her finger across his lips.
    â€œYou’re going to make such a good prison guard,” she whispered.
    David’s face did a number of confused contortions.
    â€œI missed you so much,” Sara-Beth went on. “But now we’re going to be together all summer on the movie set! In Gda ń sk. We’ll probably live in a little tent together and cook meals on an open fire… ” SBB paused, remembering she had never cooked anything, and that she’d never seen her mother cook anything, either. “Or maybe it’d be better if we got someone else to do that… ”
    SBB was feeling all kinds of emotions, and she knew the small, soft tip of her nose was probably bobbing with feeling. Directors kept telling her not to do this, but she couldn’t help it. Finally, in Ric Rodrickson, she had found a director who liked what her nose did.
    â€œDon’t look at me that way, I know I’m not making any sense,” Sara-Beth said, leaning her face against David’s chest so that she couldn’t see his face.
    â€œI’m just confused,” he said. “I mean, you just disappeared … and now you’re back.”
    â€œI was in L.A., meeting a director, and now