Summer and the City. Candace Bushnell

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       For Alyssa and Deirdre

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Part One - Beginner’s Luck

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Part Two - Bite the Big Apple

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Chapter Twenty-Five

      Chapter Twenty-Six

      Chapter Twenty-Seven

      Chapter Twenty-Eight

      Chapter Twenty-Nine

      Part Three - Departures and Arrivals

      Chapter Thirty

      Chapter Thirty-One

      Chapter Thirty-Two

      Chapter Thirty-Three

      Chapter Thirty-Four

      Chapter Thirty-Five

      Chapter Thirty-Six

      Chapter Thirty-Seven

      Chapter Thirty-Eight

      Chapter Thirty-Nine

      About the Author

      Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Part One

       Beginner’s Luck

      Chapter One

      First Samantha asks me to find her shoe. When I locate it in the sink, she asks me to a party.

      “You might as well come, seeing as you don’t have anyplace else to go and I don’t feel like babysitting.”

      “I’m hardly a baby.”

      “Okay. You’re a sparrow. Either way,” she says, adjusting her silk bra as she wriggles into a green Lycra shift, “you’ve already been mugged. If you’re kidnapped by a pimp, I don’t want it on my hands.”

      She spins around and eyes my outfit—a navy blue gabardine jacket with matching culottes that I’d actually considered chic a few hours ago. “Is that all you’ve got?”

      “I have a black cocktail dress from the 1960s.”

      “Wear that. And put these on.” She tosses me a pair of gold aviator sunglasses. “They’ll make you look normal.”

      I don’t ask what normal is as I follow behind her, clattering down the five flights of stairs to the street.

      “Rule number one,” she declares, stepping into traffic. “Always look like you know where you’re going, even if you don’t.”

      She holds up her hand, causing a car to screech to a halt. “Move fast.” She bangs on the hood of the car and gives the driver the finger. “And always wear shoes you can run in.”

      I skittle behind her through the obstacle course of Seventh Avenue and arrive on the other side like a castaway discovering land.

      “And for God’s sake, those wedge sandals. Out,” Samantha decries, giving my feet a disparaging glance.

      “Did you know that the first wedge sandal was invented by Ferragamo for the young Judy Garland?”

      “How on earth do you know that?”

      “I’m a font of useless information.”

      “Then you should do just fine at this party.”

      “Whose party is it again?” I shout, trying to be heard over the traffic.

      “David Ross. The Broadway director.”

      “Why is he having a party at four o’clock on a Sunday afternoon?” I dodge a hot dog cart, a supermarket basket filled with blankets, and a child attached to a leash.

      “It’s a tea dance.”

      “Will they be serving tea?” I can’t tell if she’s serious. She laughs. “What do you think?”

      The party is in a dusky pink house at the end of a cobblestoned street. I can see the river through a crack between the buildings, turgid and brown under glints of sunlight.

      “David’s very eccentric,” Samantha warns, as if eccentricity might be an unwelcome trait to a new arrival from the provinces. “Someone brought a miniature horse to his last party and it crapped all over the Aubusson carpet.”

      I pretend to know what an Aubusson carpet is in favor СКАЧАТЬ