The Home For Wayward Supermodels - Plot & Excerpts
glass or steel—was red.The phone and the computer were as thin and shiny as the blade of a knife.All the books on the bookshelves were covered with white paper, their titles hand-printed on the spines in black ink.Raquel herself was completely outfitted in black (her clothes), steel and glass (her jewelry), except her mouth was the same bright red as the office accents.As soon as she saw me, Raquel Gross clicked her switchblade phone closed as if there hadn’t been anyone on the other end and hurried around her glass and steel desk to enfold me in a huge embrace. No one had ever hugged me that long and hard except my mom and Tom, and they don’t count for various reasons. I mean no one who barely knew me.“I am so excited,” she said, rocking me back and forth.“Me too,” I tried to say, though she was holding me so tight it came out as “Mmm-tuh.”“I knew I was right,” she said, pushing me away so she could look at me, but still not letting go. “I know these things. That’s why I am what I am.”“Uh-huh,”
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