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who was as smart as he was, but she didn’t have a killer idea like he did, so she couldn’t understand when he began to
prioritize
in a way she found
unempowering
to her and her needs. I’m never dating a psych major again, he had yelled at her, and then found out he had effectively terminated his one opportunity to get laid for the year) to start his company and had turned to speed the last six months before he sold the company, burning himself out, staying up late, all to finish one perfect software application. At the end he was cold, his emotions were like aluminum foil, jagged and shielding him from change, and on the night he met Sarah Lee, he was only starting to return to his former self. Only that self was gone; he would never be the same, now that he was a millionaire.
    So when he looked at Sarah Lee, all he saw was a girl with pretty hair and a nice rack, but she had those freakish ears and a sudden greed in her eyes, and that in turn made her seem very, very dull to Danny West. He kept scanning, categorizing, identifying. This is not the woman who is going to help me figure my shit out, he thought. She probably doesn’t even know who she is. And then: Maybe she’d be a good lay. His eyes dropped to her breasts again. Maybe. That kind of thinking never went anywhere for Danny, but it was part of the assessment. Everyone needed to be assessed.
     
     
    SARAH WAS TRYING to think of ways to make the millionaire love her. She could offer him comfort, stroke his arm, or let him put his head in her lap. Maybe she should ask him to dance. Maybe she should make him laugh.
    She should say the most ridiculous thing in the world that she could think of at that moment, like: “I want to make you pie.” Or: “I like cows better than any other animal because they always seem so happy to be exactly where they are.” Or: “I love you, my millionaire.”
    Oh my god, Mom, I married a millionaire. We went to Las Vegas this weekend and he bought me a big ring and we got married in one of those little chapels and then we slept in the fanciest room I’ve ever seen because he is a millionaire and can afford whatever he wants. He says I can be an illustrator if I want or not. I don’t need to do anything but be his wife. And guess where we’re going on our honeymoon? India!
    Am I going to need shots?
    What about sex? She was good at that. They were actually quite sexually compatible, Sarah and Danny, though she couldn’t know it just by looking at him. Things that girls he’d dated in the past had either been unwilling or not ready to do (certain positions, explicit language, and the occasional tryst in public places like coatrooms or bathrooms in fancy restaurants or late at night on a beach) Sarah had been doing since she was in high school. She and her ex-boyfriend started having sex almost immediately, when they were both fifteen, and their high energy and adventurous spirits, often fueled by a wide of array of illegal substances (mostly marijuana, but sometimes acid or mushrooms, hash if they were lucky, but never heroin or coke, that shit was scary), led them down adventurous paths rivaled only by the static-ridden porn Sarah watched late at night while she was babysitting her next-door neighbor’s twin daughters.
    She would have totally done him any way he liked.
    Right now he just wanted to be held.
     
     
    SHE WOULD HAVE appreciated him, and not just for his money, although it’s true that’s what drew her to him initially. Even though she wasn’t a good student, she always admired people who were. He had drive, and she craved that in her own life. Sarah Lee had the habit of mirroring people around her, and had Danny West been in her life in the past, she would have worked hard in school, she would have made it to the top of her class. (Two years later, though, in the throes of art school, she will at last recognize her own drive. She never needed anyone to inspire her to draw. She was going to do that