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I, of course, remembered him from our teenage years, when he wore jeans and T-shirts like everyone else, and had a taste for good food even then. He had carefully created a ranked list of the best pizzas, and for Best in the City chose a pie with fresh mozzarella over heirloom tomatoes and fresh basil from a Little Italy kitchen he had sussed out all on his own. He took another healthy chomp out of the cheesesteak. ” “My sister’s playing hostess,” he admitted after a swallow. “It’s all the Saks personal shoppers she loves so much.
Then she turned and saw me. “I’m okay,” she called. ” “She’s with me,” Michael said. The playful child with blond curls and the pink tutu made a picture standing beside him—a tall and hulking man with a face better suited for a dockyard than a polo match. Neither one of them belonged at today’s posh event. Lucy was a kindergarten delinquent, and Michael had probably been one, too. Now he had more sex appeal than six Main Line lacrosse players. His shoulders were delicious, and he had a walk that was both tight and slouchy and often made me think I should wash out my brain with a bar of soap.
And Potty could afford it. He had built his father’s corner drugstore into a pharmaceutical conglomerate worth at least the value of a moderately prosperous Caribbean island. Always focused on the family business or having a good time, he’d dismissed his famous sister, Penny, as unimportant. Now, it seemed, he didn’t take her death to heart, either. I smiled and considered asking him flat out how he knew his sister was really gone this time. I might have tried if we’d been alone. ” He gave me a clumsy, cousinly hug, beaming.