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Mickey’s thick, dark hair affectionately, and forgot that she had come to the party with somebody else. It was only earlier that year that she’d come out to Mickey and then broken up with him. They had gone out for years, so she still had brief lapses of relationship amnesia.
    Sonya put her inexplicably athletic body against Mickey and kissed him. Philippa caught a little glimpse of tongue. That jogged her memory.
    â€œAnyway,” Philippa said, to remind them she was still there, “I think the horse is really pretty.”
    â€œOh, me too,” Sonya said, pulling her mouth awayfrom Mickey but leaving her arm draped around his shoulder. “I would definitely ride it.”
    Mickey was shorter than all his friends, and stocky almost, and Sonya was wearing high wedge heels, so she was a few inches taller than him. Philippa had paired ballet flats with her Built by Wendy madras summer dress—it was still sort of her habit to wear shoes that kept her shorter than Mickey. She noticed for the first time that Mickey, under his basic Dickies cutoffs and white T-shirt, was wearing white clogs. Improbably, he looked cute in them.
    â€œWhat do you think is going on over there?” Mickey asked.
    â€œSome kind of big to-do,” Philippa said, raising her arched eyebrows in the direction of the white horse, which was now moving restlessly amid all the confusion at the center of the crowd.
    â€œWhoa, that little man with the bow tie is turning all tomatolike,” Mickey said.
    â€œHe agrees with your girlfriend, apparently,” Sonya said, smiling at Philippa. “Horses are definitely a pre-feminist fantasy of—”
    â€œOh, hold up,” Philippa said, pretending like she hadn’t heard the reference to her girlfriend. If they all kept dwelling on it she thought she might cry. And also, she knew that her girlhood had basically been of the pre-feminist sort, and she wanted to keepthe conversation clear of that. “Look at that. Liesel’s totally yelling back.”
    â€œDamn,” Mickey said. “I would not want that chick yelling at me. That’s that crazy preppy girl Arno was hooking up with last winter. The one who always sounds like she’s talking baby talk.”
    â€œUm, yeah? It’s her party, Mickey,” Philippa said impatiently.
    â€œRight, right,” Mickey said. “Hey, look! She’s getting down off the horse.”
    â€œI love how she’s wagging her finger at the bow-tie dude. That’s out of control!” Sonya laughed. She had a deep, throaty laugh. “Oh my God, she’s really telling him off.”
    Liesel Reid did indeed appear to be pissed off, and all the people around her were staring at the bow-tie man in a kind of menacing way, too. “I sort of feel for that guy, actually. Liesel really knows how to throw a fit,” Philippa said. “I was with her at Saks once, and the gift-wrap girl forgot to clip the tag… it was brutal.”
    â€œOh, whatever. She’s just going to tell him he ruined her party and he’s going to grovel and later her family will tip him double.” Sonya shrugged. “What I’m worried about is the horse. I’m a vegan.”
    Later, Philippa would return to that moment as the beginning of her questioning the wisdom of matchmaking.
    â€œWait a minute… ” Mickey said. He said it kind of slowly, like an idea was coming to him. Then he leaned over and whispered into Sonya’s ear. Her mouth opened slightly like she’d been told something unbelievable and grand, and then she nodded vigorously. “Okay, c’mon,” Mickey said, grabbing her hand and dragging her into the crowd. “Catch you later, sister,” he called behind him. Sonya gave Philippa a thumbs-up and mouthed
thank you
as she followed Mickey in Liesel’s direction.
    Philippa watched as Mickey and Sonya weaved through the crowd, which was looking a little