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going?” Noah called after her.
    â€œCalling my mom! She called three times!” Lizzie opened the door to sneak out.
    â€œHRT, honey! Hostage rescue! You could save the world!”
    â€œIf I could
kill.
A person. Which I can’t.” She held up a finger and slipped through the door, outside to the lot.
    â€”
    â€œYou invited
Teddy
?” Out in the lot, in the blazing sun, Lizzie was sweating. “Teddy? Mom!”
    Ally was home, writing a grocery list for the meal. “I don’t want to be your
chaperone
cook. I want to have a date.”
    â€œBut Ted’s
so
uncool,” Lizzie whined.
    â€œWhat’s not cool?”
    Lizzie rolled her eyes and paced the lot. “The Wharton thing. Choate. The yacht thing. Noah is super
understated.
He doesn’t brag. He keeps it real. You know what I mean?”
    â€œI know what ‘keeping it real’ means, yes.”
    â€œTeddy
brags.
He’s so into
stuff
: his latest cars, the Maldives house . . .”
    â€œOkay, sorry,” Ally said, amending her lists, a grocery list and a list of to-dos. “I should’ve asked first, but I can’t cancel now.”
    â€œYes, you can.”
    â€œI’ll call him and tell him to keep it real.” She added cocoa to her list. “Chocolate cake?”
    â€œAnd tell him, please, not to kiss ass. Noah
hates
fake.”
    â€œYou know,” Ally said, putting down her pen, “he might not
know
who Noah is.”
    â€œTeddy will know.”
    â€œI’ve never heard of this Noah guy.”
    â€œThat’s because you’re a Luddite, Mother.”
    â€œI am not. Just because I don’t
hack
the world like you and your friends—”
    â€œYou are, but thank you. And thank you for cooking. He can’t wait to meet you. He’s actually nervous.”
    â€œGreat.” Ally erased cream from her list. “Chocolate cake? Good?”
    Lizzie smiled. “It’s bliss. You’re the best.”
    â€”
    Lizzie
loathed
Teddy McCooey, Ally’s friend from Georgetown. Back in the range, she apologized to Noah. “Did you see
The Talented Mr. Ripley
? My best friend owns it.
Worships
it. Like, on an altar.”
    â€œI don’t think so,” Noah said. “Did I?”
    Lizzie continued as if he had: “Dickie Greenleaf’s best friend. Freddie Miles. Philip Seymour Hoffman played him. He’s fat and rich and
arch.
This guy
is
that guy, like, come to life. I’m so sorry.”
    â€”
    An hour later, Jones left for Brooklyn, and Lizzie and Noah waited for a cab in front of the St. Regis Hotel. Noah was scrolling through florists on his phone. “I need to nap. Pick up my dry— What should I wear?”
    Lizzie didn’t answer. She was lost in thought, musing about the shooting range. “Jones looks like that guy Mike from
Breaking Bad
. He didn’t look like FBI.”
    â€œWhat did you expect, James Bond?”
    She smiled. “I could be a Bond girl.”
    â€œYes, you could,” Noah said, still focused on his phone. Lizzie stepped toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck. Noah looked up as she leaned in to kiss him and turned his head so her lips met his cheek. Lizzie pulled back. He wouldn’t kiss her. He hadn’t kissed her. She found his ear. “Noah,” she whispered, “are you confused?”
    â€œAbout what?” he said obtusely. Looking at his phone, he continued to scroll.
    Lizzie wondered how bright he was, Noah. She wasn’t sure, and she hadn’t had a chance to vet him yet, investigate him behind his back, the way she did with all new friends. “Me, I feel attracted to you and—”
    â€œAll men are attracted to you?”
    â€œWell, not all. But
real
men. Men who like girls.”
    â€œReal men don’t like girls. Real men like
women.
”
    â€œWait, not
real.
I mean straight. Are you—
straight
?”
    Noah