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？That？s enough；？Thaddeus ordered； more firmly this time。 He tugged on Serena？s arm； pulling
her across the street； ？e on。 Let？s go。？
Serena continued to smile but her huge blue eyes darted around； searching for a cab。
？Who is she； Thad？？ the photographer demanded from behind them。 ？What are you wearing
tonight； Thad？？ he continued in an almost mocking tone。 ？You？re gorgeous； sweet…heart。 What
about you？ What are you wearing？？
Actually； she was wearing her favorite black Les Best pique cotton sundress and black Capezio
ballet slippers； but she was too freaked out to open her mouth。
？That？s enough； man！？Thaddeus yelled angrily。
Was he going to pull a Cameron Diaz？
Thaddeus stepped into the oning traffic on Clinton Street； waving his arms frantically like a
survivor marooned on a desert island flagging down a plane。 A taxi pulled over； and he shoved
Serena into the backseat。 Then he jumped in behind her and slammed the door。 The photographer
pressed his camera close to the window and Serena buried her face in Thaddeus？s broad shoulder；
feeling a little like Princess Di must have just before she died。
？Let？s go； let？s go！？Thad barked at the driver。
As they sped away； the photographer called after them。 ？That？ll be the cover of thePost
tomorrow！？
When they reached Seventy…first and Third；Thaddeus paid the driver and hopped out so he could
open her door。 Their footfalls echoed into the night； and the distant traffic on Second Avenue
sounded vaguely like the ocean。 Serena climbed the bottom step of her stoop and then turned。
Standing there； she was at eye level with Thaddeus。
？Would you like to e up for a drink？？ sh