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JOSH IS MARGOT’S BOYFRIEND, BUT I guess you could say my whole family is a little in love with hiot’s boyfriend, he was just Josh He was always there I say always, but I guess that’s not true He o but it feels like always

My dad loves Josh because he’s a boy andhe is surrounded by feyn, and he also happens to be the father of three daughters, so it’s like girls, girls, girls all day He also likes Josh because Josh likes co with hi once, and I cried when ot wet, and Kitty cried because Kitty was still practically a baby

Kitty loves Josh because he’ll play cards with her and not get bored Or at least pretend to not get bored They make deals with each other—if I win this next hand, you have to make me a toasted crunchy-peanut-butter-sandwich, no crusts That’s Kitty Inevitably there won’t be crunchy peanut butter and Josh will say too bad, pick so else But then Kitty ear him down and he’ll run out and buy soot loves him, I think maybe I would say it’s because we all do

We are in the living rooiant piece of cardboard There’s paper and scraps all around her Hu to herself, she says, “When Daddy asksto say, ‘Pick any one of these breeds and we’ll be good’?”

Margot and Josh are on the couch; I’ bowl of popcorn, and I devote myself to it, handfuls and handfuls of it

A co around the streets of Paris in an orchid-colored halter dress that is thin as tissue paper What I wouldn’t give to be that girl in that tissue-paper dress running around Paris in springtime! I sit up so suddenly I choke on a kernel of popcorn Between coughs I say, “Margot, let’swith a pistachio ot’s eyes light up “Do you think Daddy will let you?”

“Sure, it’s culture He’ll have to let me” But it’s true that I’ve never flown by myself before And also I’ve never even left the country before Would Margot meet me at the airport, or would I have to find my oay to the hostel?

Josh must see the sudden worry on my face because he says, “Don’t worry Your dad will definitely let you go if I’hten “Yeah! We can stay at hostels and just eat pastries and cheese for all our rave!” Josh throws in

“We can go to a parfuet our personal scents done!” I cheer, and Josh snorts

“U our scents done’ at a parfumerie would cost the saot “Your sister suffers frorandeur”