she wasn't over anything

second, there were, i have to admit, sparks of humanity in christie's pretensions, and in her desires, that i felt were missing in the rest of my life. she had coveted a huge diamond ring. she had hoped to land a guy with money. she had wanted her wedding to be an extravaganza, a day she'd remember for the rest of her life. she wasn't "over it." she wasn't over anything. she knew what she wanted, and she wanted the kinds of things that the marketers of luxury goods describe as "the best"—jacuzzis, chandeliers, access to the tropics in the middle of winter. third, and finally, what got me, i suppose, were the indications of humanity in christie's life that had nothing to do with her pretensions. the family crest on the christmas card had been embossed onto a picture of the bruewalds and their new baby in matching red-and-green velvet outfits. the little girl looked exactly like thomas—an odd-featured brown-haired old man. she wouldn't have the advantage of christie's looks, and, for someone as christie was, that must have been hard to take. you could say that i felt sorry for her.