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questions about life in New York City.
    "You know, you could really be a model," Lila had told her. 'The next Brooke Shields. Just think how famous you'd be."
    Suzanne wrinkled her nose at the prospect. "Maybe, but I'd probably get pretty bored just standing around having my picture taken all day long. Besides, I want to go to college. And maybe law school after that. By the time I got around to doing anything else, I'd be an old hag."
    Lila seemed to find that hilarious. "Somehow, Suzy, I just can't imagine you as a hag."
    "Oh, I can be a real witch sometimes." Suzanne tossed her black hair over one shoulder
    with a slinky movement. She smiled. "I'll have to show you my magic potions sometime."
    Elizabeth laughed. "In that case, you must've cast a spell over the entire male population of Sweet Valley."
    Ever since the picnic, the Wakefields' phone had been ringing almost nonstop. Elizabeth had jokingly threatened to keep score. So far Tom McKay had called twice. Aaron Dallas three times. Mr. Cool himself, Bruce Patman, had asked Suzanne out only once (Elizabeth smiled every time she imagined the look on his face when Suzanne turned him down). The front runner by a mile, however, was Winston Egbert, with twelve calls--not counting the night he serenaded Suzanne from out on the lawn.
    Suzanne told them all how flattered she was but she just couldn't accept. She was only going to be in Sweet Valley such a short while, and she wanted to spend as much time as possible with the Wakefields, especially Elizabeth, who had been so wonderful to her.
    This morning Elizabeth was planning on taking Suzanne to the beach. They even had a picnic lunch all packed. Todd would be picking them up in a little while.
    "Never mind about the necklace, Suzy," Elizabeth said. "We can look for it later." She didn't want anything to spoil their day at the beach.
    "As long as no one vacuums my room while I'm gone, I'm OK."
    Mrs. Wakefield laughed. "Don't look at me. I'm not planning on doing any cleaning. I'm supposed to be going into the office today. I have to be there in"--she looked at her watch, then hastily gulped the rest of her coffee-- "exactly three minutes. I have to go over those new designs with a client." Mrs. Wakefield was an interior designer.
    "Don't worry about the dishes, Mrs. Wakefield," Suzanne said. "I'll take care of them." She turned her attention to Steven. "More coffee? I'm getting up anyway, so it's no trouble at all."
    Steven shook his head, managing only a weak smile of thanks. Elizabeth knew he was still brooding over his broken date with Tricia. He'd been moping around the house all vacation, acting as if the world were coming to ah end. Elizabeth felt selfish for worrying over a misplaced necklace while Steven was contemplating the possible loss of the girl he loved.
    "Why don't you come to the beach with us, Steve?" Elizabeth urged. "You're looking kind of pale. It wouldn't hurt you to get some sun on that puny bod of yours."
    "Puny? Who's calling who 'puny'?" Elizabeth was glad to see she'd managed to coax a genuine smile out of him. "If you turned sideways
    and stuck your tongue out, you could probably pass for a zipper."
    "Don't I wish!" Elizabeth flicked her napkin at him. "So what do you say--are you coming or not?"
    He shook his head regretfully. "Sorry. Can't. I've got a big exam coming up when I get back to school. If I don't hit the books, I can think of a few professors who'll be using them to hit me."
    When the breakfast dishes were done, Elizabeth and Suzanne went upstairs and changed into their bathing suits and shorts. By the time they had gathered together their towels and suntan lotion, Todd was beeping his horn outside. Elizabeth took one last, unsuccessful look behind the drawers for her necklace.
    "Don't worry, Liz," Suzanne reassured her, slinging her canvas beach bag over one shoulder. "I'm sure we'll find it when we get back. It's got to be around here somewhere."
    "I hope you're right," Elizabeth