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Library to salute her work.’
    Then there was a montage of photos taken at book signings,
    ‘Coco’s debut novel Chasing Diana Spencer, was a unique work of comic originality which re-imagines a history where Prince Charles fell in love with Camilla, not Diana. It has been described as a stunning debut, a sublime work of comic fiction.’
    Then there were photos of when we staged the play.
    ‘Not only was it a best seller worldwide, but it played internationally in theatres as Chasing Diana Spencer: the Musical in Edinburgh Scotland, London’s West End and off-Broadway in the Alice Clayton theatre.’
    The photos were of Rosencrantz, Chris and me with the cast on the Royal Mile, then at the opening nights in London and New York,
    Then there was a montage of the television interviews I have done,
    ‘And fear not, after her exciting debut, she’s kept on writing, she has a new novel due to drop in spring 2011. And she still finds time to support numerous charities!’
    ‘What charities do I support?’ I hissed at Angie.
    ‘Well, you adopted that Hippopotamus in Africa last year, that counts doesn’t it?’ she hissed back.
    One of the final photos was of me and Adam at the Edinburgh Festival, when I got the Fringe award… He had his arm around me and we looked so happy.  
    I gulped. Angie squeezed my hand. Finally, the voice over was saying,
    ‘The Doris Finkelstein Library is proud to honour… Coco Pinchard.’
    The audience applauded, Darryl appeared on the stage held out his hand. I went up and gave a rambling speech about how happy I was. I wasn’t really; the Adam photo had been like a drive-by shooting straight to my heart. I thanked everyone. I thanked Angie who was now grey from lack of nicotine. Then the photographers surged forward and took several shots of me signing my name on the wall. I noticed among the signatures was Stephen King, Doris Lessing, John Grisham, Patricia Cornwell, and JK Rowling. I then had some photos taken with Doris who refused requests to take off her fur coat.
    ‘It’s my body armour,’ she said through her smile as the cameras flashed. ‘Never let ‘em see your ass.’
    I never quite found out the significance of her tip as we were whisked through a hundred goodbyes and out onto the street. The sun had come out and even though it was cold, New York looked so much more alive.
    ‘Quick,’ said Angie. She saw an alleyway between the library and an apartment block and dragged me down it. She lit up a cigarette and the colour returned to her cheeks.
    ‘Oh my god,’ said Angie. ‘That’s better than sex.’ She offered me one and I lit up. We smoked in silence for a few minutes.
    ‘I vowed I would never fall so hard for a guy again after Daniel left me, and here I am again,’ I said. Angie didn’t comment, she just carried on smoking.
    ‘Haven’t you got anything to say?’  
    ‘I’ve got plenty,’ she said. ‘The question is, do you want to hear it?’
    ‘Maybe.’
    ‘Coco, were you in that room just now?’
    ‘That’s a stupid question.’
    ‘Is it? It’s so frustrating. You have this amazing career at your fingertips, yet all you concentrate on is what Adam has done to you. Sure, it’s horrible, but get a grip woman. There’s more to life than having a boyfriend.’
    ‘You’re so opinionated,’ I said.
    ‘That’s what my third mother-in-law says,’ said Angie through a cloud of smoke.
    ‘You’ve got three mother-in-laws?’
    ‘No. Four. They all hate me. Bet that makes having Ethel look like a picnic,’ Angie grinned. We stubbed out our cigarettes and flagged down a yellow cab.
    ‘Where to?’ said the Taxi Driver.
    ‘How about a walk in Central Park?’ I said.
    We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring. We walked through Central Park and ate cheese, mustard, and pastrami subs from a deli straight out of a Woody Allen film. We were toying with the idea of going across to the Statue Of Liberty but we both had blisters from our shoes, so