With a bit of luck on her side, she wouldn't run into the Queen of Wax and she could spend the day by the lovely pool she'd spotted instead of having to endure another day at a spa. It seemed every time she met up with Hope she got dragged off to another spa. Maybe if Hope couldn't find her she would give up looking and leave without her. This house was enormous so there had to be plenty of places to hide. Thinking her plan a sound one, Aviva left the dining room in search of a hiding place. Sneaking out the front door she hurried down the steps and headed for the back of the house. “Aviva!” Startled by the sound of someone calling her name, she looked over her shoulder to see Hope standing at the top of the stairs. 'I am invisible, she can't see me, I'm a figment of her imagination, I'm getting the hell out of here because if I have to spend the whole day in another one of her spas I'll go mad'. Aviva had no intentions of flying thousands of mile from New York to California to spend the day in another of Hope's woo-woo music spas, with women who looked like mannequins scaring the lights out of her with their clangers or whatever they were called, oh yeah, cymbals that was it, being clicked over her head every few seconds. She didn't hate spas per se; she just didn't like the ones Hope insisted on taking her to. Starting off at a brisk walk which soon turned into a run Aviva attempted a getaway; if Hope wanted her to go with her so badly, she would have to catch her.
