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nods.
    â€œWhy were you looking for Sherry?” Junie asks. She’s more suspicious of people, where I’m more open and friendly.
    â€œTo say congratulations,” Stef says.
    â€œWe love your essay about true love. Love it. Adore it. Dig it.” Lorraine tugs on the hem of her skirt.
    I don’t mention there isn’t enough material for that skirt to stay decent for any length of time. “Thank you.” I feel kind of floaty and rock-starrish.
    â€œI read the whole thing.” Lorraine beams. “And that’s saying a lot because I don’t read. Except for Dear Elle’s column.”
    â€œWith your essay, it’s like you’re talking straight to my heart.” Stef taps her chest. “Direct, honest, real. You so know your stuff.”
    â€œWow. Thanks.” I check my feet to make sure they’re still firmly on the ground. “I had to rewrite it a couple of times.”
    â€œAnd your photo?” Lorraine sighs. “Adorable. Great makeup.”
    â€œThank you,” I say again. “I did it myself.” Who knew I’d have fans!
    â€œSherry’s essay wasn’t on the
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website the last time I looked,” Junie says. “I wonder when they went live with it.”
    â€œDon’t have a clue.” Lorraine glances at Junie. “Sometime before lunch today. Because that’s when we read it.”
    â€œGuess what else was on the site, Sherry?” Stef says.
    â€œThe scoop on Dear Elle’s diamond?” I feel my eyes go round like pizzas.
    â€œA purse with a diamond clasp!” Lorraine says. “First time she’s brought it out in public.”
    â€œIt’ll be beyond beautiful,” I say.
    Lorraine hitches her purse up on her shoulder, then mimes opening it as if it had a huge diamond clasp. The dog charm on her bracelet dances and glints with her movements.
    â€œThat bracelet is way cool,” I say. “Is it your dog?”
    â€œOh no, I don’t have a dog.” Lorraine turns her wrist this way and that. “This is my absolute favorite piece of jewelry.”
    â€œWhere’d you buy it?” I ask. “I wonder if they have any with a fish charm.”
    â€œThey don’t,” Stef says.
    â€œDid you get it near here?” I ask. “I could always check.”
    â€œShe didn’t,” Stef says.
    â€œOnline?” I ask.
    â€œNo,” Stef says.
    What’s the deal with the bracelet? Maybe Stef bought it as a gift for Lorraine. And maybe she got it for really cheap, and she doesn’t want Lorraine to know.
    Pasted on Junie’s face is the look she gets when a math equation isn’t working out right. “Let me get this straight. You guys only came here looking for Sherry?” She lifts her shoulders. “What made you think she’d be here?”
    â€œWell, we knew from the magazine’s website that the awards are at the Roosevelt tonight,” Stef says. “So we guessed she’d stay in this hotel.”
    â€œAnd she looked super friendly in her photo,” Lorraine says. “And we’re down this way on Hollywood Boulevard a lot. So we took a chance and stopped by to say, ‘Hey, job well done!’ ”
    Junie’s frowning, not really buying it.
    It makes perfect sense to me.
    â€œI just wish we could see you get your award.” Lorraine sighs. Then she immediately claps a hand over her mouth.
    Stef rolls her eyes. “Sorry, Sherry. Sometimes Lorraine opens her mouth, and we don’t know what’ll fly out.” She glares at Lorraine.
    Why shouldn’t they come to the awards? They’re my first fans. I bet Dad brought the envelope with the tickets.
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sent enough for myfamily and one for Junie. So Lorraine and Stef could use The Ruler’s and Sam’s.
    â€œAs it turns out, I have two extra tickets,” I say.
    â€œUh, Sherry—” Junie starts to