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By Tracy Quan

Sunday July 25, 10 a.m.

While Matt, Elspeth and Jason were downstairs indulging in homemade waffles, I sneaked in a call to Milt's car. He'd been driving around since dawn hoping to connect because it's never safe to leave voice mail on the family car phone. "What's up? You never come into town on Sundays," I said. There was terrible interference on my cell phone but I had to speak quietly and he couldn't hear me.

"I'll be there at 8:30, Suzy."

"I'm out on the island," I warned him. "Getting into town is hard."

"Hire a limo -- you know I'm good for it."

"That would look ... funny." Talk about drawing attention to all my secrets. "But I'll find a way -- for you."

Nancy Chan: Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl appears in Health & Body every Monday and Thursday. + About Nancy Chan: Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl -- with links to all chapters to date. + Read the Diary from the start.

I've always had a soft spot for Milt. During our session with April and Sandra, he remarked, "If I were single, Suzy and I would be an item." Sandra smiled at me professionally, as if to say, "Another demented john." I didn't let on that I'm equally smitten. I still treat him like a customer, though -- when he tries to kiss me on the mouth, I won't let him. What makes me like him so much? It's not lust -- I never come with Milt. He shows up every two weeks and calls when he can't see me. He craves variety, but when I bring in a new girl, he doesn't ask for her number ... Speaking of numbers, I have all his phone numbers, because he trusts me not to call unless the coast is clear.

Sunday night

Matt didn't like it one bit when I announced that I was leaving early. "I just got a call and I have to take the jitney back into town," I said, as calmly as possible. "I think there's a bus at noon. Remember that cervical cancer project? They want me to start proofreading the galleys tonight and the editor's leaving for a breast cancer conference tomorrow. She needs to meet with me." Matt looked ill at ease -- he hates talking about female ailments.

"Can you wait until after lunch?" he asked. "I feel like we just got here."

"Elspeth can drive you," Jason suggested. "She's got a meeting in the morning." The thought of being stuck in traffic with Elspeth -- gal prosecutor and self-styled "body language expert" -- made me want to scream. I had the urge to run away with no explanation. Then remembered that you can't do that unless you're a teenager.

Driving me to the Omni Center to catch the bus, Matt was tense and curious. "You know what I don't understand? Yesterday. Why didn't you want to tell Elspeth how you met R_________?"

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