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simply could not afford, an Hermes scarf depicting mermaids, starfish, and dolphins.
    “Maybe you should splurge,” Bebe suggested. Then she glanced at the tag in her fingers, read the $399 price, and added, “Or maybe not.”
    Amy sighed. “I’ll have to wait until I’m a rich and famous children’s book author instead of just a poor and invisible children’s book editor .”
    Bebe tried on four different suits, took none of them, but instead left the store with a $1,400 sheer black cocktail dress by Michael Kors. “It’s for Mr. Homo erectus,” she said as the two stood on the curb. “You know, for our second date.”
    Amy raised her arm to hail a cab to take them to the train station, but Bebe quickly moved it back to her side. “I just need to do a little more shopping,” she told her. “I feel like I’m forgetting something. I really ought to pick up a new bag; let’s just run over to Coach.”

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    utside the CVS Pharmacy, John Smythe and the three Smythe boys sat in the Acura Legend waiting for Peggy Jean. Ricky, Robbie, and Richie, though not triplets, were dressed in identical outfits of jeans, long-sleeved blue-and-white striped shirts, and baseball caps, each featuring a Family Circle logo. The oldest Smythe boy at thirteen, Ricky was dividing the package of red licorice whips between himself and his brothers. John sat at the steering wheel, the sports section of the Philadelphia Examiner folded over in half, hiding his copy of Tasty Teens magazine.
    Inside the store, Peggy Jean was selecting a calcium supplement with iron, because a commercial she saw the other night warned of the dangers women face as they mature, namely osteoporosis and bone loss. After choosing a supplement, Peggy Jean paused in the aisle and wondered if perhaps there was something homeopathic she could try in order to clear up her possible estrogen/superfluous hair condition. Recently she’d read an article that said a lot of Hollywood celebrities swore by homeopathic remedies.
    Although the names were completely technical and unhelpful, she saw that each of the boxes displayed a visual illustration of what the remedy was for. One of the boxes featured a head with lightning bolts coming out of it: headache. Another box showed the lower back with jagged marks zigzagging across it: lower back pain. Then Peggy Jean saw a box with an illustration depicting a uterus, fallopian tubes, and two ovaries: female troubles .
    She took this box off the shelf and headed for the checkout counter. A new issue of Soap Opera Digest was displayed on a rack next to the register, so Peggy Jean placed this on the counter along with her other purchases.
    Ever since high school, she’d been a die-hard Guiding Light fan. Peggy Jean felt that Guiding Light had a wonderful spiritual subtext, unlike The Young and The Restless , which was just smut.
    “Shoot!” Peggy Jean cried as her husband pulled out of the parking lot. “I forgot the Spray ’N’ Wash.”

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    aurie Greenberg, of Greenberg, Kirshenbaum & Partners, enjoyed being a talent agent, especially when she had good news for one of her clients. And she had good news for Max. The E-Z Shop Channel was looking for a new host.
    “It would mean leaving Philly and moving to Florida,” she told him.
    “I have no problem with that,” he replied. “What do you think my chances are? Do they know about the . . . incident? ”
    “I spoke with Bob Shriber. He’s the head of broadcast production. I told him that I represented you, that up until recently you were a host on Sellevision and that you were now open to new opportunities.”
    “Yeah, what’d he say?” Max asked impatiently.
    “Well, he um, well . . .” Laurie hedged.
    “C’mon, Laurie, what did he say? Tell me the truth.”
    “He said, and I quote, ‘Has he started wearing underwear yet?’ ”
    “Oh Christ, I’m fucked. I’m totally screwed, my career—”
    “Hold on, hold on, I’m not finished,” Laurie interrupted.