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able to help herself, Alexa laughs along with her.
    But I don’t laugh because, although my eyes are fixed on a cabinet of toy hula girls, I’m a million miles away, thinking about something completely different.
    ‘Hello? Nessa?’ I finally tune in to Nat, who’s waving a hand in front of my eyes. ‘Nessa? What was that you just said?’
    ‘Huh?’ I half jump and realise I’ve been muttering to myself. ‘Oh, sorry.’ I smile quickly, trying to cover up my craziness. ‘Nothing. It was nothing. I was just thinking about someone. Um, I mean, some thing .’
    Suddenly, Alexa’s eyes zoom in on me, maybe because she hears the tone in my voice, I don’t know. Either way, that girl doesn’t miss a trick. ‘Is that right? What kind of something would that be?’ she asks suspiciously and I can almost hear her mind ticking back to a certain point in time. A certain point in time when I’d been infatuated with a certain … someone.
    ‘Busted! You were thinking about Jason, weren’t you?’ Nat grins.
    Alexa groans. ‘Some of us have more than one-track minds,’ she says to Nat, but then turns back to me. ‘I’m hoping you do too, Ness. Except I’m guessing your mind is on a different track to Nat’s. Don’t think I didn’t hear you muttering those two “M” words.’
    Uh oh. My best friend’s caught me out once again.
    ‘Wait, wait.’ I wave my hands at her. ‘It’s not like that. I’m not like that any more, remember?’ What I’m talking about here is my past (yes, past , thank you very much) infatuation with a little someone (okay, okay, a big, big deal someone, can I just finish my sentence here?) named Marilyn Monroe. Let’s just say that in my younger, sillier days I sometimes thought a little too much about Ms Monroe. Let’s just say that sometimes I’d kind of imagine the plots of her films were playing themselves out in real life – in my life. And let’s just say that sometimes this got me into big, big trouble. Mainly with my dad. And Alexa. And Holly. And my ex-psychiatrist. Oh and, um, everybody, really.
    ‘I’ve heard that one before,’ Alexa mumbles, beside me.
    ‘That’s not fair.’ I point at her. ‘I haven’t done anything like that for almost a year, have I?’ (‘Anything like that’being things like trying to set up Holly with a paparazzo she wasn’t interested in when who she was really interested in was my dad. And all because I thought we were playing out the film Gentlemen Prefer Blondes . Plus, a while after that, there was a little incident involving me racing across the country to LA without my dad’s permission to try to make sure Holly and Dad’s wedding went off smoothly because I thought this time we were playing out The Seven Year Itch . What can I say? Um, silly me.)
    ‘Well …’
    ‘Come on, I haven’t.’
    ‘Okay, you haven’t. But I’m begging you, don’t start up again now. I thought it was all over.’
    I sigh an exasperated sigh. ‘It is and I’m not .’
    ‘What are you two going on about?’ Nat’s head is swivelling from one of us to the other at the speed of light.
    ‘ Nothing ,’ we say together, then look at each other and laugh.
    But poor Nat still looks more than a little weirded out, so I take a deep breath and continue, ‘It’s just that you were talking about the three of us in the apartment together and the bikini model thing and it sounds kind oflike the plot of the Marilyn Monroe movie How to Marry a Millionaire .’
    Alexa groans again and I shoot her an ‘I’m not going there, I promise’ look and pat myself on the back for not mentioning the falling pot plant from The Seven Year Itch . Nice save, Ness.
    ‘I’ve never seen that movie.’ Nat shrugs. ‘Is it good?’
    Now Alexa really groans.
    ‘ How to Marry a Millionaire ? It’s brilliant! It’s about these three models who rent an apartment together and go hunting for rich men like they’re moose or something. I’ll watch it with you