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where　his　brother　was　still　bouncing。　He　leaped　onto　the　couch　and　rammed　into　his　brother。　The

two　boys　tumbled　onto　the　floor。

？Boys！？　called　a　voice。　A　tall；　magenta…pink…Chanel…suit…clad　redheaded　woman　strode　into　the

library；　clutching　a　Treo　and　a　rolled　up　copy　ofVogue　。

？You　must　be　Vanessa；？　the　woman　observed　in　a　clipped　tone。　？Jasmine　mentioned　you　might

be　calling。　I？m　a　little　surprised　you？ve　decided　to　just　drop　by；　but　I　suppose　that？s　fine。　Shows

initiative。　I　like　that。？

Oops。

？Right；？　Vanessa　said；　standing　up　and　trying　her　best　to　appear　pletely　sober。　？You　must　be

Mrs。。。。？？She　paused；　realizing　that　she　had　no　idea　what　Jasmine？s　last　name　was。

？It？s　Ms。　Morgan；？　the　woman　replied。　？I　didn？t　take　my　husband？s　name。　This　is　the

twenty…first　century；　after　all。？

？Sorry；？Vanessa　mumbled。　This　was　the　weirdest　job　interview　ever。

？No　matter；？　the　woman　continued。　？You？re　clearly　a　hit　with　the　boys。？

？The　boys？？Vanessa　asked。　The　twins　came　up　behind　her；　pulling　on　her　hands　with　all　their

might。

？Play　with　us！？　they　cried。

？So；　you　know；　the　job　is　fairly　standard。？　Ms。　Morgan　fiddled　with　her　Treo　for　a　moment。　？A

few　days　a　week；　just　in　the　afternoons。　You？ll　fetch　the　boys　from　camp；　run　them　to　their

therapist；　acpany　them　on　their　playdates；　the　usual　sort　of　thing。　No　doubt　you　know　the　drill。？

She　put　the　phone　to　her　ear。

Camp？Playdates　？　Excuse　me？

？I　think　there？s　been　some　misunderstanding；？　Vanessa　stammered；　struggling　to　stay　upright

with　the　wine　in　her　system　and　the　weight　of　two　kids　tugging　her　floorward。　Suffering　for　her　art

was　all　well　and　good；　but　she　was　no　Mrs。　Doubtfire。

？Yay！？　the　twins　cried。　？Mommy；　is　Vanessa　our　new　friend？？

？Yes；？　the　woman　answered；　her　ear　still　glued　to　the　over…size　phone。　？She？s　your　new　friend。？

She　was？

？It？s　eighteen　dollars　an　hour；？　Ms。　Morgan　added　as　she　clicked　out　into　the　foyer　and　up　the

grand　staircase。　？You　can　start　right　now。？

Oh　yeah；　she　definitelyis　。

one　is　the　loneliest　number

？Archibald！？　Coach　Michaels　yelled　up　at　the　roof。　？I　want　to　hear　your　lazy　ass　banging　those

shingles。　Now！？

？Yes；　sir；？　Nate　Archibald　muttered　as　he　watched　Coach　climb　into　his　blue　minivan　and　back

out　of　the　short　driveway；　honking　a　cheerfulbeep　beep　be…beep　as　he　sped　off　down　the　suburban

Hampton　Bays　street。　Nate　could　picture　him　popping　Viagra　and　jacking　off　to　the　pornos　he

probably　kept　in　the　glove　partment。

Douche　bag；Nate　added　silently。　Sweat　stinging　his　eyes；　he　ran　a　hand　across　his　forehead　and