“My what?” “Bestseller, duh,” the girl rolled her deep brown eyes. “It’s a phenomenon. Go call the publishing company. It just became a New York Times bestseller.” “What?” I stared at her. “I know, you should have seriously visited me when you got that thing published in the first place.” I think I may have cried a little. Mademoiselle spread open her smooth, new arms and embraced me. Finally, Mademoiselle said, “I bet your Mom will be looking for you.” “Yeah, probably.” I doubted it. “Keep writing.” She paused for a moment. “Let’s keep my little visit between the two of us, okay?” “Um, okay. Goodbye,” I teared up more. “Thanks for everything.” “See ya!” Mademoiselle turned her back and slipped into the crowd, never to be seen on planet Earth again. I wiped my tears and stood looking at the place Mademoiselle departed. To my surprise, Mom appeared from the crowd with Jaime behind her. “Oh, Jenni!” She gushed. ”You’ve missed all of the stories! She’s been everywhere! Oh, I wish you could have known her better.” “Yeah, me too.” I pushed aside my most recent draft and grabbed a fresh spiral notebook. I took my pen and scrawled across the first page: “They call her Mademoiselle.”
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