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Only, when I see Frankie, she hands me her comb and says,
“Be careful not to disturb any birds that might be living in
there.”
The day after that, in an attempt to inspire Perry to treat
me like a girlfriend instead of a friend, I suggest he may
want to pay for my slice at Odessa Pizza after school. He
suggests that I may want to kiss his butt.
The Perry Plan is not going well.
To make matters worse, Mom clings to me like Saran
Wrap every moment I’m home. I think she even sits in front
of my closed bedroom door at night, knitting, just in case
Aunt Marty sneaks upstairs and actually talks to me. Last
night, I woke up and heard the click, click of knitting needles.
It’s so annoying. It’s like she thinks Aunt Marty and I
are going to elope.
No, the Perry Plan is not going well at all. My old loop
is beginning to feel like a rope around my neck.
Time is running out.
School will be over soon. Is Perry going to ask Perfect
Girl to the Farewell Dance on the last night of school? Will
they hook up at the Peach Blossom Parade?
I have a stomachache.
There’s only one thing to do. One thing I can do.
While Mr. Arthur watches an old M*A*S*H rerun, and
Mom sits in the living room knitting (click, click), I tiptoe
through the kitchen and sneak around the back way onto
the sunporch.
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