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you are an extremely special person and should be kinder to yourself. I’m also going to give you an affirmation that I would like you to repeat as often as you can.”
    “Yes, Summer,” she murmured, “I will.”
    Summer gave her a very special smile. “Say this after me: ‘I honor and love Trules.’”
    “I honor and love Trules,” the girl repeated, softly. “I honor and love Trules.”
    India was squirming on her cushion. The stench of incense was making her queasy. Surely these full-grown women weren’t swallowing this sort of bullshit whole?
    Then Summer touched Annie lightly on the shoulder and pulled her aside. They squatted on two large velvet cushions and Summer laid out some cards in front of her. The two of them chatted for a while, then stood up and hugged each other.
    “Ladies, it’s been such a pleasure today,” Summer said, turning to the rest of the group. “Thank you so much for being here. And please, feel free to take one of my cards and some leaflets. I’d be happy to offer discount rates for groups of five or more,” she said, backing out of the door with her hands crossed over her chest.
    It was unbelievable, India thought. The blatant self-promotion. How much did it cost Summer to “give away” a mantra? A blessing? Talk about a business with no overhead… And what about all that stuff about past-life regression and power yoga? She gave herself a mental kick. Relax. You’re on vacation. Annie’s so glad you’re here.
    “I’m so happy you’re here!” said Annabelle, reading her mind. “You have no idea.”
    “It’s great to be back, Annie. I mean it,” India said, winding her arm through her sister’s. “I’ve missed you.”
    “It’s been the most manic year of my life,” Annie replied, leaning in closely against her arm. “I shouldn’t complain. So many women in this town hit thirty and it’s over but here I am with almost more than I can handle.”
    “I want to hear all about that, Annie. But in the meantime, I have a few questions for you.”
    As the two of them walked slowly across the lawn, the sound of their laughter turned heads. India was pumping her sister about Adam. “I want all the details,” she whispered. “And I mean ALL the details.”
    “Later,” Annie said, looking across the garden. “Joss is calling us over. Let’s go watch the kids at the pool. Oh, and by the way, I’m having a little dinner party for you on Thursday night. Some other people I think you’ll enjoy meeting. After that, nothing’s planned. We’re wide open.”
    As they walked hand in hand toward the pool, India noticed that Adam and his friends had disappeared.

PROFOUND THOUGHTS NOTE – Two glasses good, four glasses bad.
    Walking barefoot across the Aubusson carpet, Annabelle reached the French windows and looked around. The long eighteenth-century single-plank mahogany table was glowing from the light of the tiny votive candles that were scattered among sprigs of orange blossoms set in crystal glasses. She swapped a couple of place cards and straightened a gold-edged napkin. How she treasured these precious moments alone before she made her entrance and “the show” began. Giving a great dinner party was similar to giving a great performance. Malibu was perfect for casual picnics and barbecues, but here, in Bel Air, Annabelle could entertain in grand European style. The house reminded her of all the happy times with Joss in Florence while they were courting.
    The heat of the day had passed, leaving a faint perfume of jasmine in the air. Her favorite Rothko, an engagement gift from Joss, chosen with the help of a decorative arts adviser at Sothe-by’s, seemed to vibrate in the golden light. Touching her face, Annabelle did a short turn in front of the floor-length Directoire mirror and sighed. “I do look pretty good,” she thought. “Just wish I wasn’t so tired. Now, where’s India got to?”
    India was in Annabelle’s walk-in closet trying to wriggle