They want to know what magic I’m weaving, what tricks I’m plotting. But with me, what you see is what you get. The only thing up my sleeve is a used Kleenex. But that’s not how it is with other people. Nope. With other people, there’s a whole hell of a lot up their sleeves. You get what I’m saying? Here’s a clue: Nothing is as it seems. No, I don’t mean all the time. Ninety-nine percent of the time, everything is exactly as it seems. He’s what he seems; she’s what she seems; the match is exactly what it seems. But that pesky one percent, dolly—you should keep the door open for the possibility that nothing is as it seems. Remember, keep the door open. Lesson 95,Matchmaking Advice from Your Grandma Zelda WHILE REMINGTON focused on his task, the door opened with a bump and a clang. We screamed in unison—all except for Remington, who was up to his shoulders in mangled wall. “Throw something at him!” Bridget shouted. “What? We don’t have anything,” I said. Ruth pushed Luanda toward the door.
