"Hey! Come to a party." Samantha Jones; she was calling Carrie from an art gallery in SoHo. "I haven't seen you in ages."
"I don't know," Carrie said. "I told Mr. Big I might make him dinner. He's out now, at a cocktail party. .»
"He's out and you're waiting at home for him? Oh come on/9 Samantha said. "He's a big boy. He can get his own dinner."
"There's the plants too."
"Plants?"
"Houseplants, actually," Carrie said. "I've developed this strange obsession. Some houseplants are grown for their foliage, but I'm not interested in foliage, only flowers."
"Flowers," Sam said. "Cute." She laughed her clear, bell-ringing laugh. "Get in a cab. You'll be gone half an hour, forty-five minutes at most."
When Carrie got to the party, Sam said, "Don't you look nice. Just hke a newcaster."
"Thank you," Carrie said. "It's my new look. Early Stepford wife." She was wearing a powder blue suit with a skirt that came to her knees and fifties-style satin pumps.
" Champagne?" Sam asked, as a waiter slid by with a tray.
"No thanks. I'm trying not to drink," Carrie said.
"Good. I'll take yours then." Sam picked up two glasses off the tray. She nodded across the room at a tall, tanned woman with short blond hair. "See that girl?" she asked. "She's one of those girls who has a perfect life. Married at twenty-five to Roger, the guy next to her. The screenplay writer. His last three movies have been hits. She was just a girl, like us, not a model but beautiful—she met Roger, who I think is adorable, smart, sexy, nice, and really funny, she's never had to work, they have two kids and a nanny and a great apartment in the city and the perfect house in the Hamptons, and she's never had to worry about anything."
"So?"
"So, I hate her," Sam said. "Except, of course, she's really nice."
"What's not to be nice about?"
They watched the girl. The way she moved around the room, making small bits of conversation, leaning forward to giggle in someone's ear. Her clothes were right, her makeup was right, her hair was right, and she had about her the sort of ease that comes with a sense of unchallenged entitlement. She looked up, saw Sam and waved.
"How are you?" she asked Sam enthusiastically, coming over. "I haven't seen you since. . the last party."
"Your husband's really big time now, isn't he?" Sam said.
"Oh yes," she said. "Last night we had dinner with-,"
she said, naming a well-known Hollywood director. "I know you're not supposed to be starstruck, but it was really exciting," she said, looking at Carrie.
"And what about you?" Sam asked. "How are the kids?"
"Great. And I just got money to make my first documentary."
"Really?" Sam said. She hiked her bag up onto her shoulder. "About what?"
"This year's female political candidates. I've got some Hollywood actresses who are interested in narrating. We're
going to take it to one of the networks. I'm going to have to spend a lot of time in Washington, so I told Roger and the kids they were just going to have to do without me."
"How will they manage?" Sam asked.
"Well, Sam, that's what I ask myself about you," the girl said. "I mean, with this project, I couldn't do it if I wasn't married. Roger's given me so much self-confidence. Anytime something goes wrong, I run into his office, screaming. I couldn't handle it if I didn't have him. I'd crumple up and never take any real risks. I don't know how you girls do it, being single for years and years."
"That makes me sick," Sam said, when the girl walked away. "Why should she get money for doing a documentary? She's never done a fucking thing in her life."
"Everybody's a rock star," Carrie said.
"I think Roger's going to need some company while she's away," Sam said. "I'd definitely marry a guy like that."
"You'd only marry a guy like that," Carrie said, lighting a cigarette. "A guy who was already married."
"You're full of shit," Sam said.
"Going out afterward?" Carrie asked.
"Dinner with-," Sam said, naming a well-known artist. "Going home?"
"I told Big I'd cook him dinner."
"That's so cute. Cooking dinner," Sam said.
"Yeah. Sure," Carrie said. She mashed out her cigarette and went through a revolving door onto the street.