The second and more important reason Anna eventually agreed to go to Coachella was that she’d finally made up her mind what to do about Alexander and Vronsky. Alexander was now off bed rest and would be leaving for Cambridge that weekend, hoping to salvage at least a few credits for the semester. He had already enrolled in summer classes, and a private physical therapist had been hired to help him until he made a full recovery. Anna had seen Alexander only three times in the past weeks since he’d asked her to take some time to think about their relationship, and the visits had been torture for her. It didn’t help that Eleanor ambushed her each time she was leaving, demanding to know whether Anna had made up her mind yet.

Eleanor was under strict orders from her older brother to be nice to Anna, so she faked it as much as she could, but her contempt oozed out with every syllable she uttered. One time Eleanor couldn’t hold back after they had said their good-byes. “He’s T-G-F-Y,” Eleanor whispered.

Anna knew she should keep walking to her car, but she clenched her fists and turned around to confront her headband-wearing nemesis. “What was that, Eleanor?”

“Too. Good. For. You,” Eleanor repeated. “I’ve always known it. The fact that he’s willing to give you a second chance makes him a saint.”

Anna didn’t bother to respond, which she knew would leave Eleanor twisting in the wind, worried that Anna would tell Alexander on her. But when she got into her car, her hands betrayed her as she white knuckled the steering wheel. She pulled her car over to the side of the road as soon as she was out of sight and wept. Over the last two weeks, Anna had replayed the last three years with Alexander in her mind. And though he had never been the most exciting boyfriend, he had put her on a pedestal and treated her like a queen, so her complaint list wasn’t as long as she would have liked.

Oddly, it was Eleanor’s very words that helped Anna make up her mind the next morning when she woke up. Anna didn’t agree that Alexander was too good for her, as he had flaws like everyone else. She did agree that Alexander would be anointed a saint for taking her back, and the idea of being the girlfriend of a saint made her want to fill her pockets with rocks and walk into a river like Virginia Woolf. It was trying enough to be the girlfriend of the favorite son of Greenwich, so why would she want to be the girlfriend of the Saint of Greenwich?