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marble threshold. "I bet they're wearing shoes made of real cow." Lily tucked her purse under her arm as if she expected some rampaging doorman to snatch it from her. "Don't worry." Marja touched Lily's hand. "You look fine." She had lent Lily a crepe off the shoulder dress her grandmother had left her. It was too 90's for Lily's taste, but Marja was the specialist when it came to this sort of thing. "You too," said Lily, "but that's not what I mean. Look where we are. We can't afford this -- unless you don't mind eating Cheerios for supper until finals." "Come on. How much could it cost?" "What's the gross national product of Portugal?" "I'll ask, okay? I'll just poke my head in the door and find out." "No, I'm coming." Lily rammed her purse deeper into her armpit and clamped it. Lily had expected flocked wallpaper and leather couches. Instead there were lots of bright plastic surfaces and a rug with all the ambiance of sandpaper. The lobby of the Hothouse was emphatically air-conditioned and illuminated almost to the point of discomfort. Only two of the five ticket booths were open. Beyond them was a of trees. "Hi." The cashier was a young woman in an extravagant foliage print dress. She had jade highlights in her black hair and an expression as guileless as a pansy. "Are you together?" The button on her collar said Ju. "Yes," said Marja. "No." Lily nudged her. "We came together, but we're not together together." Ju smiled. "Whatever." "We're interested," Marja said, "but we're not really sure this place is for us. Can you tell us about it?" "As in, what does it cost?" Lily said. Ju slid a brochure across the counter toward them; her fingernails were polished the same green as her hair. "Your basic attraction enhancement is $39.95." She opened it; inside was a map. "Includes admission to all public areas on the third and fifth floors, all gardens, three dance floors, both pools, complimentary swimsuits and towels in the dressing booths. On the fourth floor are stores and services you'll pay extra for. Sit down and take-out restaurants, bars, gift shops, lingerie boutiques, contraception kiosks, simulators and personal fx galleries." It's nothing but a mall, Lily thought. I'm twenty-five |
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