Blair kicked the tin onto the floor。 ?Have a nice walk。?
Aaron pulled her bedroom door closed behind him and headed outside with Mookie。 He entered
the park at Seventy…second Street; taking the path that led to a little wooden footbridge over a
stream that fed into the lake。 Every now and then Mookie stopped to dig furiously in the snow
with his brown…and…white paws; as if he were looking for a doggie toy he?d dropped there last
summer。 Then eventually he?d give up and trot on again。
A petite blond in dark sunglasses and a blue Yankees cap jogged by wearing an I
LOVEAARONT…shirt over her red
velour tracksuit; the same I LOVEAARONT…shirt that Serena had worn at the Les Best show。
Aaron was pretty sure the blond was the actress Renee Zwingdinger; or whatever her name was;
but he couldn?t be sure。 It was pretty funny to think that famous actresses and models might be
wearing shirts with his name on them when he was just some dude who went out with a beautiful
girl who he guessed he wasn?t really going out with anymore。
When the wooden footbridge came into view; Aaron noticed that it was filled with people and
equipment; a crew of some sort。 As he came closer he saw that in the icy water opposite the
footbridge a cameraman was standing up in a small inflatable raft; adjusting his tripod。
Aaron let Mookie hunt for squirrels under a tree as he watched the proceedings。 The huddle of
people on the bridge parted to reveal a girl dressed in a skimpy sunflower yellow sundress and
blue sandals; her golden hair blowing in the icy wind。 It was Serena; of course。 She was
unmistakable。
All of a sudden Mookie hurtled across the snow in Serena?s direction; howling with delight and
wagging his stubby little boxer tail。
?Mookie; no!? Aaron shouted。 Everyone on the bridge; including Serena; turned to look。
?Mookie!? Serena squealed; crouching down to kiss the dog on his wet nose as he wriggled
excitedly between her legs。 ?How?s it going; handsome??
Aaron ambled over to the footbridge; his hands shoved deep into his green army pants
pockets。 ?Sorry;? he mumbled to the crew of makeup artists and stylists。
?That?s okay;? Serena said; standing up。 She broke away from her entourage and kissed Aaron
lightly on the cheek。 Her yellow dress was stenciled with iridescent blue birds and her lip gloss
smelled like watermelon。 ?We?re just shooting a perfume ad。 You can watch if you want to。?
Aaron kept his hands in his pockets。 There were a million things she could have said to make
him feel guilty for hiding out in Scarsdale and never calling her; but Serena was too cool for that。
She was truly magnificent; which was part of the reason he had to let her go。 It was too much
effort to match someone who shone as brightly as she did。
?Don?t let me keep you;? Aaron said。 He opened his tin of herbal cigarettes and offered her one。