howâs it going?â is no big deal for Lana .
I, on the other hand, cannot go up to the Drs. Moscovitz and go, âOh, hey, hi, Dr. and Dr. Moscovitz. How you doing ? Remember me? The girl who acted like a total byotch to your son and who used to be best friendswith your daughter? Oh, and hey, Nana Moscovitz. Howâs that rugelach you used to make? Yum, I used to love that stuff! Good times.â
Anyway. This donation thing is turning out to be a huge event (fortunately, because there are a ton of people I can slouch behind and remain unseen). Thereâs press from everywhere , Anesthesia magazine to PC World . Theyâve got hors dâoeuvres and stuff, too, and a lot of model-looking types slinking around in tight red dresses, passing around flutes of champagne.
Thereâs no sign of Michael so far, though. Heâs probably in a green room somewhere, getting a massage from one of those slinky-dress girls. Thatâs what bazillionaire robotic-arm inventors do before giving away major donations to their alma maters. Iâm just guessing.
Tina says I should stop writing in my journal and pay attention in case Michael comes in (she doesnât believe my slinky-model-massage theory). Also, she thinks the dark sunglasses and beret Iâm wearing are only drawing attention to myself, not serving as a good disguise.
But what does Tina know? This has never happened to her before. Sheâ
Oh.
My.
God.
Michael just walked inâ¦.
I canât breathe.
Â
Saturday, April 29, 3:00 p.m., Columbia
University Medical Center, ladiesâ room
Okay. I messed up.
Really, really messed up.
Itâs justâ¦he looks so incredibly good.
I donât know what heâs been doing to work out while he was overseasâ¦fighting monks in the Himalayas like Christian Bale in the Batman movies is what Lana thinks. Trisha says plain old weight lifting, while Shameeka says probably a combination of lifting and cardio.
Tina thinks he just âgot hit with a stick of pure awesomeness.â
But whatever it was, heâs almost as wide in the shoulders now as Lars, and I highly doubt itâs because heâs wearing an actual shoulder holster under his Hugo Boss suit coat, which Lana suggested.
And heâs got a real haircut, like a grown-up man, and his hands look huge for some reason, and he didnât seem at all nervous coming out onto that stage and shaking Dr. Arthur Wardâs hand. He was totally at ease, like he comes out and speaks in front of hundreds of people all the time!
And thatâs because he probably does.
And he was smiling, and looking all the audience members in the eye, just like Grandmère always tells me to do, and he didnât need note cards to give his speech, he had the whole thing memorized (just like Grandmère also always tells me to do).
And he was funny and smart and I sat up and took my beret off and also my sunglasses so I could see him betterand all of my insides melted in on themselves and I knew I had made the worst mistake coming here. Ever.
Because all it did was make me realize all over again how much I wish we hadnât broken up.
Iâm not saying I donât love J.P. and all of that.
I just wishâ¦Iâ¦
I donât even know.
But I do know I wish I hadnât come here! And I knew for sure, the minute Michael started speaking, and thanking everyone for having him and describing how heâd come up with the idea for Pavlov Surgical (which I already knew, of courseâheâd named it for his dog, Pavlov, which is the most adorable thing, ever), that there was no way I was going to go up to him afterward. Even if Lilly and his parents and Nana Moscovitz hadnât been there.
Not even for the people of Genovia. No way. Not ever.
I just couldnât trust myself to go up and speak to him and not throw my arms around his neck and plunge my tongue down his throat, like Finnula does to Hugo in Ransom My Heart
I, on the other hand, cannot go up to the Drs. Moscovitz and go, âOh, hey, hi, Dr. and Dr. Moscovitz. How you doing ? Remember me? The girl who acted like a total byotch to your son and who used to be best friendswith your daughter? Oh, and hey, Nana Moscovitz. Howâs that rugelach you used to make? Yum, I used to love that stuff! Good times.â
Anyway. This donation thing is turning out to be a huge event (fortunately, because there are a ton of people I can slouch behind and remain unseen). Thereâs press from everywhere , Anesthesia magazine to PC World . Theyâve got hors dâoeuvres and stuff, too, and a lot of model-looking types slinking around in tight red dresses, passing around flutes of champagne.
Thereâs no sign of Michael so far, though. Heâs probably in a green room somewhere, getting a massage from one of those slinky-dress girls. Thatâs what bazillionaire robotic-arm inventors do before giving away major donations to their alma maters. Iâm just guessing.
Tina says I should stop writing in my journal and pay attention in case Michael comes in (she doesnât believe my slinky-model-massage theory). Also, she thinks the dark sunglasses and beret Iâm wearing are only drawing attention to myself, not serving as a good disguise.
But what does Tina know? This has never happened to her before. Sheâ
Oh.
My.
God.
Michael just walked inâ¦.
I canât breathe.
Â
Saturday, April 29, 3:00 p.m., Columbia
University Medical Center, ladiesâ room
Okay. I messed up.
Really, really messed up.
Itâs justâ¦he looks so incredibly good.
I donât know what heâs been doing to work out while he was overseasâ¦fighting monks in the Himalayas like Christian Bale in the Batman movies is what Lana thinks. Trisha says plain old weight lifting, while Shameeka says probably a combination of lifting and cardio.
Tina thinks he just âgot hit with a stick of pure awesomeness.â
But whatever it was, heâs almost as wide in the shoulders now as Lars, and I highly doubt itâs because heâs wearing an actual shoulder holster under his Hugo Boss suit coat, which Lana suggested.
And heâs got a real haircut, like a grown-up man, and his hands look huge for some reason, and he didnât seem at all nervous coming out onto that stage and shaking Dr. Arthur Wardâs hand. He was totally at ease, like he comes out and speaks in front of hundreds of people all the time!
And thatâs because he probably does.
And he was smiling, and looking all the audience members in the eye, just like Grandmère always tells me to do, and he didnât need note cards to give his speech, he had the whole thing memorized (just like Grandmère also always tells me to do).
And he was funny and smart and I sat up and took my beret off and also my sunglasses so I could see him betterand all of my insides melted in on themselves and I knew I had made the worst mistake coming here. Ever.
Because all it did was make me realize all over again how much I wish we hadnât broken up.
Iâm not saying I donât love J.P. and all of that.
I just wishâ¦Iâ¦
I donât even know.
But I do know I wish I hadnât come here! And I knew for sure, the minute Michael started speaking, and thanking everyone for having him and describing how heâd come up with the idea for Pavlov Surgical (which I already knew, of courseâheâd named it for his dog, Pavlov, which is the most adorable thing, ever), that there was no way I was going to go up to him afterward. Even if Lilly and his parents and Nana Moscovitz hadnât been there.
Not even for the people of Genovia. No way. Not ever.
I just couldnât trust myself to go up and speak to him and not throw my arms around his neck and plunge my tongue down his throat, like Finnula does to Hugo in Ransom My Heart
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