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else in the family who’s there. I think I’ll wear my Michael Kors white sailor pants and this fabulous Norma Kamali fitted, black, off-the-shoulder cotton blouse with my Christian Louboutin five-inch espadrilles. Peaches is out playing in the yard with all of her thousands of toys. I thought I spoiled her on earth, but in heaven Peaches has all the dog bones she could ever chew on. I went outside about an hour ago to see what she was up to, and she was playing fetch with these balls that automatically hurl themselves across my lawn the second she drops one out of her mouth, and a group of other dogs had joined her and they were also running after balls. Talk about dog heaven.
    One funny thing, in heaven Peaches obeys all my commands, something she never did on earth. I tell her to sit, she sits. I tell her to roll over, she rolls. I tell her to play dead, though, and she stands there like she doesn’t know what it means. I know how she feels.
    Having left Peaches to play, I’m lying in my bed with the ultracomfy Frette sheets, snacking on a tub of Baskin-Robbins chocolate mint ice cream (no calories!). Adam is coming over in about twenty minutes and I have nothing I need to do to get ready. Heaven.
    Adam said he loved pot roast, and when I looked in my oven, a pot roast was baking. I’m not touching it, and I’m assuming it will be ready when I want it to be since I don’t know how it got there in the first place. I don’t need to work out. I don’t need to do anything to my hair. I can just lie here and think about how amazing death really is.
    The only thing that’s really bothering me is how upset my parents must be, and even though I know there’s nothing I can do about it, I can’t help but worry for them. I wish I could share all this with them. I mean, I don’t want them to die, but I do wish I could tell them I’m in heaven and happy. I must ask my grandmother how she came into my dreams so I can do that for them.
    I know Penelope must be upset, too. I bet she’ll start some kind of charity, she’s so like that. She’ll have a benefit for me, something like a “Save People from Getting Hit by MINI Coopers” benefit, and she’ll probably raise a million dollars. Penelope married and divorced Melvin (believe me, the name matched his looks) and didn’t sign a prenup, so she has millions. She does these benefits to feel better about herself and about having money she didn’t work for. That’s so Pen. Personally, I only went for the gift bags. I know Pen must be really upset by my death though. I’ll have to go into her dreams, too, just as soon as I find out how.
    â€œHello?” I hear from downstairs.
    â€œHi!” I shout out, startled as I jump from the bed and hide my tub of ice cream. “Up here!”
    It’s Adam and I’m in my camel-colored halter top and Joe’s jeans and, damn, my ass looks fine.
    â€œHi,” he says, entering my bedroom. He’s in a gray T-shirt and jeans, and his hair is combed but nicely disheveled, and he’s wearing black Prada driving shoes. The man is stunning.
    â€œThis place is amazing!” he says, looking around my bedroom.
    â€œI know. Believe me, it’s going to take me weeks to get used to the fact that it’s mine.”
    â€œI know,” he agrees as we start to walk into the other rooms. “I have a movie theater in my house. I think of a movie and it starts to play, or if I say, ‘French, comedy, something I’d like that I’ve never seen before,’ it’s the best French comedy I’ve ever seen!”
    â€œIncredible! Why didn’t I wish for that?”
    â€œBecause you seem to have liked clothes,” he says, dumb-struck by my closet.
    â€œI didn’t ask for it, it was just here,” I tell him, a little self-conscious —though why should I be? He’s got a movie theater.
    â€œIt’s