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now it would probably be too cool to be sitting on a picnic bench in a
friend's 24 backyard in the middle of the day, choosing what movies to
see at this year's festival, while eating open faced tuna sandwiches
and sipping glasses of chardonnay.

"Not interested."

"Let me tell you about him before you make any hasty decisions."

"I thought we were here to discuss movies." Cindy looked to her
friend, Meg, for help. Meg Taylor, looking closer to fifteen than
forty, was as fair and flat-chested as Trish was dark and voluptuous.
She sat on the other end of the long picnic bench, wearing cutoff jeans
and a red-and-white-striped tank top, seemingly engrossed in the
dauntingly thick catalog for this year's festival.

"The new Patricia Rozema film sounds good," she offered, her voice
small and crinkly, like tin foil unraveling.

"What page?" Cindy asked gratefully, eager to move on. The last time
Trish had fixed her up, just before Julia's move home, had been an
unmitigated 25 disaster.

At the end of the relentlessly confrontational evening with the thrice
divorced divorce attorney, the man had leaned in for what Cindy assumed
was a conciliatory peck on the cheek, then rammed his tongue so far
down Cindy's throat, she'd had visions of having to call a plumber to
get him out.

"Special Presentation," Meg told her.

"Page 97."

Cindy quickly flipped through the pages of her festival catalog.

"

"Elegantly shot and finely performed,"

" Meg read from the notes, " 'what is finally so impressive about
Rozema's new work...."

"Isn't she the one who makes films about lesbians?" Trish
interrupted.

"Is she?" Meg asked.

Cindy's eyes traveled back and forth between her two closest friends.
Cindy and Meg had been inseparable since the eleventh grade; Cindy and
Trish had bonded after colliding at the Clinique counter at Holt's ten