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I felt like an idiot, getting stuck in Los Angeles Who kne long it would take to rope-in Alejandro and con hireatly extended

I left Bea’s place and stu onto my bed in a stupor To try to distract myself, I turned on the television--soetI saas a puff-piece about Alejandro The smitten female reporter talked about his latest album and rehashed news about hi, the Hollywood starlet who dated hihtclubs, out on the street, or in the middle of interviews In each, he was surrounded by beautiful s that I always felt These women wanted his body What kind of a fool was I to think I could take his ment ended, I turned off the television Then I called Wanda I needed to talk to someone normal, someone without cri this visit quickly and getting back to New York She ary of Bea, even though the two of theht--she had an intuition about these things She was certainly oing?" I s her voice Typical of Wanda, she didn’t give me a chance to answer and went on at double speed "The shop is selling your pottery like gangbusters We’ve sold six pieces since you’ve left I ordered another palette for you yesterday And on Sunday"

Wanda loved to talk more than anyone I knew Under noro on for a while But today, I had to deliver so so well out here It looks like I’ll be staying for a feeeks"

She groaned "And just what do you mean by ‘a few,’ my dear? You realize that you’re the lynchpin of this business At the rate things are going, we’ll be coet back here sooner"

"It’s okay, Wanda"