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“No janitors,” Carley added.
“No ditch-diggers,” Samantha said.
“No unemployed actors, musicians or artists,” Abby added.
“And no used-car salesmen,” rounded out Carley.
“Agreed,” Samantha said, clinking her glass against theirs, then glanced at her watch. “Oh, sorry, girls—I’ve got to go or I’ll miss my flight. How about if we compare notes in three months?” They checked their PDAs and set a tentative date for their next rendezvous, to coincide with Abby’s return to Manhattan for a seminar.
“Good luck with your plans to build the Carlyle Library,” Abby said to Samantha in between farewell hugs.
“Thanks. Good luck with your next makeover project. And Carley, I’ll look for one of your gowns on the red carpet of the Academy Awards.”
Carley dimpled. “Thanks.”
“And don’t forget our pact,” Samantha said as she backed away from the table. “No matter how lonely we get or how tempted we are, we have to keep reminding ourselves that there are certain kinds of guys that women should never date.” She grinned. “I have a good feeling about this.”
“Me, too,” Abby said.
“And me,” Carley agreed. “In fact, I’ll wager that the next time we get together, we’ll be talking about the rich, worldly, glamorous men in our lives!”
