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watch cheesy porn,” Emily squealed.
    “Emily, don’t be crass,” Pam said, getting up and changing into pretty pink flowery pajamas. “Besides, I don’t want to put it on the hotel room’s bill; I know Oprah is paying for it.”
    “Mom, she’s like a zillionaire,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “Besides, her assistant told me to when we were backstage. I believe her exact words were, ‘Live it up in Chicago!’”
    “And lest we forget, it’s not every day we get to stay in the Four Seasons,” Shoshana said, pinching Emily on her large behind. In retaliation, her sister slapped at her hand.
    Pam saw she was up against a losing battle. “Well, all right, but just the dinner, girls. Not the, er … other thing.” Pam and her husband had dutifully saved all their earnings, socking money away for their girls’ educations. She rarely spent money, and never on herself. When her husband had been alive he’d take her to dinner for their anniversary and she’d feel so guilty about the cost of the food she would debate between three possible menu items for nearly fifteen minutes while the waiter stood there patiently. Bob used to tease her that her autobiography would someday be titled I Should Have Had the Fish. She smiled now, remembering.
    Emily was working the sleek white phone by the bedside. “I’ll have three lobsters, two bottles of Dom Pérignon, and a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries,” she trilled.
    “Emily Anne!” her mother hissed, mortified.
    Shoshana laughed and leaned back against the plush bedding. She reached into her pink laptop case and pulled out her computer, plumping up some pillows behind her back and pressing the power switch. One of her many girlfriends, Nancy, was updating posts on her blog while she was away. Shoshana had written about a recent New York Times story about how stored fat could help safeguard against certain diseases, and she wanted to check if she’d gotten a lot of responses. She watched her mother and sister bicker over whether to watch Eclipse or The Switch . After a few minutes the bellhop came with the food on a silver tray, and left after Emily flirted with him, turning his cheeks pink.
    Shoshana scrolled through the message boards on Fat and Fabulous. The usual, from Skinny Chick readers, who thought Shoshana was spreading a “dangerous message,” but for the most part the results were overwhelmingly positive. She even saw that a doctor, a man from a hospital in Boston with the screen name “Dr. Bill,” had posted that he thought the article should be republished in a medical journal he ran. Having more positive comments than negative always made for a good day. She thought briefly of Alexis, who was probably on a flight home now or maybe alone in her hotel room eating carrot sticks, and whether she suffered from the same torture of reading through her message boards daily and being besieged with negative posts. The girl struck Shoshana as the cliché tragic case, the popular girl with a hidden resentment for other women and who therefore hid behind her eat-healthy blog to spew hatred for anyone different. But what she couldn’t shake was the feeling that Alexis hated herself more than anyone else.
    She was interrupted in her thoughts by a flying pillow that bounced off her head. “Come on, Shoshana, can’t you turn that thing off for one fucking day?” Emily yelled, as she drank champagne straight from the bottle.
    “Language!” Pam exclaimed.
    “Sorry, Mom.”
    “But I agree with your sister, Shosh. Let’s have some girl time. You’ve done enough today to raise women’s spirits.”
    “Okay, you both are right. I’ll sign off. Looks like a lot of readers are going to watch the Oprah segment in the morning; I just hope they don’t think I was a total douche.”
    “What’s a douche?” Pam asked.
    “It’s a feminine hygiene product,” Emily responded dryly.
    “Emily! I know that,” Pam said, exasperated. “Your sister was using