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So I’m cheating. ” I assured the darling woman. My salivary glands sprang into action as she got me a fork and shoved the pie tin in my direction. “Your half, my half,” she said, cutting into it, and giving me what was most decidedly the smaller half. But I didn’t care. Much. It was cheesecake! I wasted no time plowing into the creamy concoction, slathered—just the way I like it—with a thick layer of cherry goo on top. ” Olga asked, holding out the bottle. “Er . . no thanks. ” “No, I don’t have any Chocolate Yoo Hoo!

Meanwhile the rest of us just hung around, cooling our heels. Kendra, her pout in full bloom, sat cross-legged on the floor, tapping her feet impatiently. Harvy made himself comfy on the bottom steps of the staircase, busily texting a message on his cell. Somehow, in the short time we’d been given to get dressed, he’d managed not only to mousse his hair to perfection, but to put together an outfit straight out of a Ralph Lauren photo shoot. Nearby, Clint passed the time with a series of steroid-enhanced hamstring stretches while Cathy yammered in Olga’s ear about how wonderful she felt on her new diet regime.

Send up an order of fresh mangoes, will you, hon? ” And away she sailed, high heels clacking on the flagstones. Cathy stared after her, slack-jawed. ” she gasped. ” “Me, neither,” Olga said with a weary sigh. ” The next stop on our itinerary was the Spa Therapy Center. A squat box of a building, clearly built decades after the main house, it held a rabbit warren of massage rooms, separated down the middle by a narrow corridor. At one end of the corridor sat a large urn, which was where, according to Olga, The Haven’s special muscle-relaxing tea—imported all the way from Tibet—was served daily.