ng from？ She
knelt and pressed her cheek to the cold； perfectly polished wood floor； scanning the room from
that vantage。 It worked： under the gilded wood couch she could make out the figure of a skinny
little boy with taut curly hair。
？You found me！？ he cried； clambering out from under the couch。
？Yeah； hi；？Vanessa said。？Is your mommy home？？
？You smell like wine；？ the boy announced； frowning。 ？I？m four。 How old are you？？
？Find me too！？ cried the other voice。
What could she do？
？Where are you？？ she called out； propping herself up on her hands and knees。 She looked under
the other furniture。
？Find me； find me！？ the voice called。
She followed the sound of the voice to the corner of the library； where a large globe stood on a
round glass…topped table。 She lifted the tablecloth； and underneath was a little boy who looked；
and was dressed； exactly like the other kid。
？You found me！？ the boy cried。 He dashed out from under the table and ran over to the couch；
where his brother was still bouncing。 He leaped onto the couch and rammed into his brother。 The
two boys tumbled onto the floor。
？Boys！？ called a voice。 A tall； magenta…pink…Chanel…suit…clad redheaded woman strode into the
library； clutching a Treo and a rolled up copy ofVogue 。
？You must be Vanessa；？ the woman observed in a clipped tone。 ？Jasmine mentioned you might
be calling。 I？m a little surprised you？ve decided to just drop by； but I suppose that？s fine。 Shows
initiative。 I like that。？
Oops。
？Right；？ Vanessa said； standing up and trying her best to appear pletely sober。 ？You must be
Mrs。。。。？？She paused； realizing that she had no idea what Jasmi