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inside.'
    'I will in a minute,' I said. I stood there next to him and looked out over the city. It really is kind of awe-inspiring, the view of Manhattan from the penthouse of the Plaza Hotel. I mean, you look at all those lights in all those windows and you think, for each light there's probably at least one person, but maybe even more, maybe even like ten people, and that's, well, pretty mind-boggling.
    I've lived in Manhattan my whole life but it still impresses me.
    Anyway, while I was standing there, looking at all the lights, I suddenly realized that one of them probably belonged to Judith Gershner. Judith was probably sitting in her room right this moment cloning something new. A pigeon or whatever. I got yet another flash of her and Michael looking down at me after I'd split open my tongue. Hmm, let me see: girl who can clone
    things, or girl who bit her own tongue? I don't know, which girl would you choose?
    My dad must have noticed something was wrong, since he went, 'Look, I know Sebastiano is a bit much, but just put up with him for the next couple of weeks. For my sake.'
    'I wasn't thinking about Sebastiano,' I said sadly.
    My dad made this grunting noise but he made no move to go back inside, even though it was about forty degrees out there
    and my dad, well, he's completely bald. I could see that the tips of his ears were getting red with cold, but still he didn't budge. He didn't even have a coat on, just one of his ubiquitous charcoal-grey Armani suits.
    I figured this was invitation enough to go on. You see, ordinarily my dad is not who I would go to first if I had a problem. Not that we're not close. It's just that, you know, he's a guy. What does he know about teenage girls?
    On the other hand, he's had a lot of experience in the romance department so I figured he might just be able to offer some insight into this particular dilemma.
    'Dad,' I said. 'What do you do if you like someone but they don't, you know, know it?'
    My dad went, 'If Kenny doesn't know you like him by now then I'm afraid he's never going to get the message. Haven't you been out with him every weekend since Halloween?'
    This is the problem with having a bodyguard who is on your father's payroll: all of your personal business totally gets discussed behind your back.
    'I'm not talking about Kenny, Dad,' I said. 'It's someone else. Only like I said, he doesn't know I like him.'
    'What's wrong with Kenny?' my dad wanted to know. 'I like Kenny.'
    Of course my dad likes Kenny. Because the chances of me and Kenny ever getting past first base are like nil. What father doesn't want his teenage daughter to date a guy like that?
    But if my dad has any serious hope of keeping the Genovian throne in the hands of the Renaldos and not allowing it to slip
    into Sebastiano's control, he had better get over the whole Kenny thing, because I'm pretty sure that Kenny and I will not be doing any procreating. In this lifetime, anyway.
    'Dad,' I said. 'Forget Kenny, OK? Kenny and I are just friends. I'm talking about someone else.'
    My dad was looking over the side of the balcony railing, like he wanted to spit. Not that he ever would. I don't think. 'Do I know him? This someone else, I mean?'
    I hesitated. I've never really admitted to anyone out loud that I have a crush on Michael. Really. I mean, who could I tell? Lilly would just make fun of me - or worse, tell him. And Mom, well, she's got her own problems.
    'It's Lilly's brother,' I said, in a rush, to get it over with.
    My dad looked alarmed. 'Isn't he in college?'
    'Not yet,' I said. 'He's going in the fall.' When he still looked alarmed, I said, 'Don't worry, Dad. I don't stand a chance. Michael is very smart. He'd never want someone like me.'
    Then my dad got all offended. It was like he couldn't figure out which to be, worried about my liking a senior, or angry that
    the senior didn't like me back.
    'What do you mean, he'd never want someone like you?' my father demanded. 'What's wrong with