"I lean forward and rest my hands on the glass top that protects the brown velvet swags. Even now, even as it's gotten this out of hand, I'm distracted from my thoughts of the Xes by the trappings of the Xes. And really, it strikes me, isn't that the point?"

excerpt from The Nanny Diaries
(p. 300 St. Martin's Press hardcover)
by the mysterious Nicola Kraus and the equally mysterious Emma McLaughlin