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"It’s the only way to put it on"

"But why?"

"No one knows, Simon; it’s just what you do when you putto oodness’ sake," I squawked, and he disappeared around the corner I finished putting on my face, and I did actually try to finish my mascara withfor loss when his head popped back around the doorframe

"By the e’ve been invited to Philadelphia"

"Where the cheesesteaks live? Whatever it’s for, we say yes!"

"Yes to cheesesteaks, or yes to the invite?’

"Wasn’t kidding at all when I said whatever it’s for, we say yes But now that you mentioned it, what exactly are we invited to?" I hoped he didn’t notice that the drooling had officially begun

"Trevor, an, right?"

"You’re kidding, right?"

"Okay?" he said, squinting at le ot you that new vibrator?"

"Jesus"

"Oh, the cookbook, right," he said, rean used to work for the Food Network, and was able to secure inal Barefoot Contessa cookbook By Ina Garten Signed to me by the way; one of those "Best wishes, Ina" deals It honest-to-God said:

To Caroline--

Best Wishes,

Ina