said, about not being able to have kids, and she said that was very telling. She said it revealed that my dad still has unresolved issues with his parents, and I said, "Well, duh. Grandmère is a huge pain in the ass."
Lilly said she couldn’t comment on the veracity of that statement since she’d never met my grandmother. I’ve been asking if I could invite Lilly to Miragnac for like years, but Grandmère always says no. She says young people give her migraines.
Lilly says maybe my dad is afraid of losing his youth, which many men equate with losing their virility. I really think they should move Lilly up a grade, but she says she likes being a freshman. She says this way she has four whole years to make observations on the adolescent condition in post–Cold War America.
STARTING TODAY I WILL
1. Be nice to everyone, whether I like him/her or not
2. Stop lying all the time about my feelings
3. Stop forgetting my Algebra notebook
4. Keep my comments to myself
5. Stop writing my Algebra notes in my journal
The 3rd power of x is called cube of x —negative numbers have no sq root
Notes from G & T
Lilly—I can’t stand this. When is she going to go back to the teachers’ lounge?
Maybe never. I heard they were shampooing the carpet today. God, he is so CUTE.
Who’s cute?
BORIS!
He isn’t cute. He’s gross. Look what he did to his sweater. Why does he DO that?
You’re so narrow-minded.
I am NOT narrow-minded. But someone should tell him that in America we don’t tuck in our sweaters.
Well, maybe in Russia they do.
But this isn’t Russia. Also, someone should tell him to learn a new song. If I have to hear that requiem for dead King Whoever one more time . . .
You’re just jealous because Boris is a musical genius and you’re flunking Algebra.
Lilly, just because I am flunking Algebra does NOT mean I’m stupid.
OK, OK. What is wrong with you today?
NOTHING!!!!!
slope: slope of a line denoted m is
Find equation of line with slope = 2
Find the degree of slope to Mr. G’s nostrils
Thursday, October 2,
Ladies’ Room at the Plaza Hotel
Well.
I guess now I know why my dad is so concerned about not being able to have more kids.
BECAUSE HE’S A PRINCE!!!
Geez! How long did they think they could keep something like that from me?
Although, come to think of it, they managed for a pretty long time. I mean, I’ve BEEN to Genovia. Miragnac, where I go every summer, and also most Christmases, is the name of my grandmother’s house in France. It is actually on the border of France, right near Genovia, which is between France and Italy. I’ve been going to Miragnac ever since I was born. Never with my mother, though. Only with my dad. My mom and dad have never lived together. Unlike a lot of kids I know, who sit around wishing their parents would get back together after they get divorced, I’m perfectly happy with this arrangement. My parents broke up before I was ever born, although they have always been pretty friendly to one another. Except when my dad is being moody, that is, or my mom is being a flake, which she can be sometimes. Things would majorly suck, I think, if they lived together.
Anyway, Genovia is where my grandmother takes me to shop for clothes at the end of every summer, when she’s sick of looking at my overalls. But nobody there ever mentioned anything about my dad’s being a PRINCE.
Come to think of it, I did that fact sheet on Genovia two years ago, and I copied down the name of the royal family, which is Renaldo. But even then I didn’t connect it with my dad. I mean, I know his name is Phillipe Renaldo. But the name of the prince of Genovia was listed in the encyclopedia I used as Artur Christoff Phillipe Gerard Grimaldi Renaldo.
And that picture of him must have been totally old. Dad hasn’t had any hair since before I was born (so when he had chemo, you couldn’t even tell, since he was practically bald