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  a small private museum in Paris and had developed an interest in 
  haute couture。 Hers was more of an artistic and aesthetic hobby than 
  a consumer one; but she still had some exposure; at least; to the 
  fashion world。 “We have some great news; too;” she continued; 
  reaching across the table for Kyle’s hand。 He had set down his 
  Coffee and extended both his hands。

  “Oh; thank god;” my mother instantly exclaimed; slumping over as if 
  someone had finally lifted the two…hundred…pound dumbbell that had 
  rested on her shoulders for the last two decades。 “It’s about time。”

  “Congratulations; you two! I have to say you’ve had your mother 
  really worried。 You’re certainly not newlyweds anymore; you know。 We 
  were beginning to wonder 。 。 。” From the head of the table my dad 
  raised his eyebrows。

  “Hey guys; that’s great。 It’s about time I get to be an aunt。 When’s 
  the little one due?”

  They both looked dumbfounded; and for a moment I worried that we’d 
  gotten it all wrong; that their “good” news was that they were 
  building a newer; bigger Home in that swamp they lived in; or that 
  Kyle had finally decided to leave his father’s law firm and was 
  going to join my sister in opening the gallery she’d always dreamed 
  of。 Maybe we’d jumped the gun on this one; been just a little too 
  eager to hear that a future niece or grandson was on the way。 It was 
  all my parents could talk about lately; incessantly hashing and 
  rehashing the reasons why my sister and Kyle—already in their 
  thirties and with four years of marriage behind them—had yet to 
  reproduce。 In the past six months; the subject had progressed from 
  time…consuming family obsession to perceived crisis。

  My sister looked worried。 Kyle frowned。 My parents looked as though 
  they might both pass out from the silence。 The tension was palpable。

  Jill got out of her chair and walked over to Kyle; where she plopped 
  herself in his lap。 She wrapped her arm behind the back of his neck 
  and leaned her face next to his; whispering in his ear。 I glanced at 
  my mother; who looked about ten seconds away from unconsciousness; 
  the worry causing the small lines near her eyes to grow as deep as 
  trenches。

  Finally; finally; they giggled; and turned toward the table; and 
  announced unanimously; “We’re going to have a baby。” And then there 
  was light。 And shrieking。 And hugging。 My mother flew out of her 
  seat so fast that she knocked it over and; in turn; tipped over a 
  potted cactus that rested by the sliding…glass door。 My dad grabbed 
  Jill and kissed her on both cheeks and the top of her head; and for 
  the first time I could remember since their wedding day; he kissed 
  Kyle; too。

  I rapped my Dr。 Brown’s black cherry can with a plastic fork and 
  announced that we needed a toast。 “Please raise your glasses; 
  everyone; raise your glasses to the brand…new Sachs baby that will 
  be joining our family。” Kyle and Jill looked at me pointedly。 “OK; I 
  guess technically it’s a Harrison baby; but it will be a Sachs at 
  heart。 To Kyle and Jill; future perfect parents to the world’s most 
  perfect child。” We all clinked soda cans and coffee mugs and toasted 
  the grinning couple and my sister’s twenty…four…inch waist。 I 
  cleaned up by throwing the entire contents of the table directly 
  into a garbage bag while my mom tried to pressure Jill to name the 
  baby after various dead relatives。 Kyle sipped Coffee and looked 
  pleased with himself; and just before midnight my dad and I sneaked 
  off to his study for a game。

  He turned up the white…noise machine he used when he had patients 
  during the day; both to block out the sounds of the household from 
  them and to keep anyone else in the house from hearing what was 
  discussed in his office。 Like any good shrink; my dad had placed a 
  gray leather couch in the far corner; so soft I liked to rest my 
  head on the armrest; and three chairs that angled forward and held a 
  person in a kind of fabric sling。 Womblike; he assured me。 His desk 
  was sleek and black and topped with a flat…screen monitor; and the 
  matching black leather chair was high…backed and very plush。 A wall 
  of psychology books encased in glass; a collection of bamboo stalks 
  in a very tall crystal vase on the floor; and some framed colorblock 
  prints—the only real color in the room—pleted the futuristic 
  look。 I flopped on the floor between the couch and his desk; and he 
  did the same。

  “So; tell me what’s really going on; Andy;” he said as he handed me 
  a little wooden tile holder。 “I’m sure you’re feeling really 
  overwhelmed right now。”

  I picked my seven tiles and carefully arranged them in front of me。 
  “Yeah; it’s been a pretty crazy couple weeks。 First moving; then 
  starting。 It’s a weird place; hard to explain。 It’s like; everyone’s 
  beautiful and thin and wearing gorgeous clothes。 And they really do 
  seem nice enough—everybody’s been really friendly。 Almost like 
  they’re all on serious prescription drugs。 I don’t know 。 。 。”

  “What? What were you going to say?”

  “I can’t put my finger on it。 There’s just this feeling that it’s 
  all a house of cards that’s going to e crashing down around me。 I 
  can’t shake the feeling that it’s ridiculous to be working for 
  afashion magazine; you know? The work’s been a little mindless so 
  far; but I don’t even care。 It’s challenging enough because it’s all 
  new; you know?”

  He nodded。

  “I know it’s a ‘cool’ job; but I keep wondering how it’s preparing 
  me forThe New Yorker 。 I must just be looking for something to go 
  wrong; because so far it seems too good to be true。 Hopefully; I’m 
  just crazy。”

  “I don’t think you’re crazy; sweetie。 I think you’re sensitive。 But 
  I have to agree; I think you lucked out with this one。 People go 
  their entire lives and don’t see the things you’ll see this year。 
  Just think! Your first job out of college; and you’re working for 
  the most important woman at the most profitable magazine at the 
  biggest magazine publishing pany in the entire world。 You’ll get 
  to watch it all happen; from the top down。 If you just keep your 
  eyes open and your priorities in order; you’ll learn more in one 
  year than most people in the industry will see in their entire 
  careers。” He placed his first word in the middle of the board; JOLT。

  “Not bad for an opening move;” I said and counted its worth; doubled 
  it because the first word always went on a pink star; and started a 
  scorecard。 Dad: 22 points; Andy: 0。 My letters weren’t showing much 
  promise。 I added an A; M; and E to the L and accepted my paltry six 
  points。

  “I just want to make sure you give it a fair shake;” he said; 
  switching his tiles around on his holder。 “The more I think about 
  it; the more I’m convinced this is going to mean big things for 
  you。”

  “Well; I sure hope you’re right; because I have enough paper cuts 
  from wrapping to last a long; long time。 There better be more to the 
  whole thing than that。”

  “There will be; sweetie; there will be。 You’ll see。 It might feel 
  like you’re doing silly stuff; but trust me; you’re not。 This is the 
  start of something fantastic; I can feel it。 And I’ve studied up on 
  your boss。 This Miranda sounds like a tough woman; no doubt about 
  it; but I think you’re going to like her。 And I think she’s going to 
  like you; too。”

  He placed the word TOWEL down using my E and looked satisfied。

  “I hope you’re right; Dad。 I really hope you’re right。”

  “She’s the editor in chief ofRunway —you know; the fashion 
  magazine?” I whispered urgently into the phone; trying valiantly not 
  to get frustrated。

  “Oh; I know which on

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