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underpants so I could bring out the stallion in science-geek
Perry Gould? I’d rather wear baggy-assed, flowered, littlegirl
briefs for life.
“I guess we can stay a few more minutes,” I say lamely.
Aunt Marty scoffs. “Nonsense! Now that we’re all here
together, let’s go mad.”
“Yes! Let’s!” Celeste sidles up to Aunt Marty. My aunt
Marty, who says, “Buy whatever you want, girls. It’s on me.”
The next thing I know, my best friends are squealing
like piglets. Lilah steps on my toe to get closer to Aunt
Marty’s credit card. I stand there, with my mouth open,
wondering if Perfect Girl is over at Perry’s house this very
minute spooning his foot . . . and very possibly other body
parts.
“Um, my mom is freaking out. I have to get home.”
Aunt Marty rolls her eyes. “You left her a note, right?”
“Right.”
“She knows you’re with me, right?”
“Right.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
What’s the problem?! How can I begin to state how
many problems have now invaded my life? My feelings for
Perry are a secret. My mother thinks her sister is a black
widow spider. Perfect Girl keeps flashing her disgusting
dimples at my future boyfriend. My underwear is mortifying.
When a guy spoons my foot, I freeze into an ice sculpture.
And my father is a wiggly thing with a tail!
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