I got into the car and did a triple take. It wasn’t just her new glasses, with their thick rectangular frames, or the washed-out blue of her T-shirt dress. She looked different. She looked kind of cool. In a nerdy, funky way—really cool. She had Adriana’s address plugged into her GPS already, so we let Annoying Lady direct us there. When we turned in past the gates at the bottom of her driveway, we were both wide-eyed. The tires crunched delicately over the stones on her long driveway as we made our way toward the huge house looming in front of us, with the sun painting the sky perfectly in stripes of pink and orange behind it. Adriana’s housekeeper escorted us through the house that looked like a hotel in Miami, all modern art and white draped fabric and cool-shaped stuff that might have been tables or stools or possibly sculptures, to the backyard, where Adriana was hanging with a small crowd of people who were themselves draped languorously over big, square, bed-looking things arranged beside her beautiful stone pool, which was lit by floating multicolored lily pads.
