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love him. I hate him. I love him . Same old story.
    In the morning I call Olympia in Greece.
    ‘Miss you,’ she says.
    Her words put a smile on my face. ‘You too,’ I respond.
    ‘How is it there?’ she asks.
    ‘Horrible,’ I reply. ‘Gino’s hooked up with some dumb movie star, and everyone’s being mean to me.’
    ‘A movie star?’ Olympia questions, far more interested in my movie star comment than the fact that everything else sucks. ‘What’s her name?’
    ‘Marabelle Blue.’
    ‘Holy knockers,’ Olympia exclaims in awe. ‘Marabelle Blue is huge!’
    ‘Huge knockers you mean,’ I say with a wayward giggle. ‘She was at our house for dinner last night and they were like falling out of her dress. So gross!’
    Olympia roars with laughter. ‘Good job my dad wasn’t there,’ she says. ‘He’s such a letch, he’d have been all over that in a second.’
    ‘I was thinking . . .’ I say, thoughts forming.
    ‘Like what are you thinking?’
    ‘Well . . . I’m kind of desperate,’ I venture. ‘Is there any chance I can come stay with you for the summer?’
    ‘Now that’s a fantastic idea!’ Olympia squeals, sounding genuinely delighted. ‘You are so invited. We can have ourselves an incredible time.’
    ‘Of course I’ll have to get permission from Gino,’ I say, warming to the idea. ‘That should be easy though, ’cause he’s so preoccupied with Marabelle Fish-face that I’m sure he’ll say yes.’
    ‘Yippee! Can’t wait,’ Olympia says, full of enthusiasm. ‘You gotta bring your sexiest bikinis – ’cause it’s all sun, sea and sand here. You’ll love it. And you can get an amazing tan.’
    ‘Are you sure it’ll be OK with your family?’
    ‘No prob.’
    I wait for the right moment to ask Gino if I can go. He is on his way to his hotel in Vegas and seems quite preoccupied. ‘Who are these people you want to stay with?’ he asks.
    ‘It’s my best friend, Olympia Stanislopoulos,’ I inform him. ‘Her parents have a big villa on an island in Greece. They have their own yacht and plenty of security in residence – just like us, so it’s perfectly safe.’
    I fail to mention that Olympia’s parents are divorced and that Mrs Stanislopoulos will not be around.
    Gino nods. Exactly as I thought, he has Marabelle Fish-face on his mind, and I’m sure he doesn’t want me hanging about getting in his way.
    ‘Yeah,’ he grunts. ‘I guess if that’s what you’ve made up your mind t’do. Call my secretary, have her make the arrangements an’ give her all the details ‘bout where you’ll be an’ who’ll be watchin’ out for you. Oh yeah – an’ Lucky—’
    ‘Yes, Gino?’
    ‘Make sure you behave yourself,’ he adds, giving me a hard look. ‘No drinking. No boys. No screwin’ around. Got it?’
    ‘Of course, Gino,’ I say, obedient daughter to the hilt.
    Oh! He should only know the things that I have already done. And the truth is I don’t regret one single minute of any of them!

Chapter Eight
     
    B efore I leave for the Greek islands Liz and I spend a day together. Liz drives her dad’s Porsche. He’s in New York and her mom’s at a spa, so there is no one to stop her. Naturally she drives too fast; I don’t care, it’s kind of exciting. We hit Melrose, Robertson and Third Street. We have lunch on the beach in Venice. We buy tops and jeans and shoes and all kinds of delicious stuff. We cruise the boardwalk and get into flirty conversations with random boys. Later we go back to her house in the Palisades where we sit around smoking and trying on our new outfits.
    Liz raids her dad’s study and reappears with a full bottle of vodka. She really does like her booze. Me, not so much. Getting wasted strikes me as rather stupid. I kind of like having a clear picture of what’s going on.
    After a while Liz decides to invite a bunch of friends over. Before long it turns into a party.
    Somehow or other I find myself on a couch with a tattooed guy called