Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
asking Aunt Marty for advice about revving up my girl<br />
power and snagging Perry Gould before <strong>Perfect</strong> <strong>Girl</strong> got her<br />
claws into him. The next minute Aunt Marty said, “I’ll be<br />
there this weekend.”<br />
“Here?” I gulped.<br />
“It’s time to end this nonsense,” she said.<br />
“Nonsense?” I suddenly lost the ability to say anything<br />
original.<br />
“Your mother can’t keep me away from you forever.<br />
Don’t tell her, Ruthie. It’ll be our little surprise.”<br />
“She hates surprises.”<br />
“We’ll have a nice talk, you and me.”<br />
“Hey, I know! E-mail!”<br />
“Nonsense. I’ll see you in Odessa on Saturday.”<br />
So, it’s Saturday morning, and I’m yanking a brush<br />
through my tangled hair. I hear Mom and Mr. Arthur<br />
downstairs in the kitchen. I smell bacon. I feel like throwing<br />
up.<br />
Number One: I have nothing to wear. Green Costco<br />
capri pants and brown Payless sandals? What was I thinking?<br />
Don’t I own anything black? Can I cram my feet into<br />
my old Barney’s sandals? Tossing my hairbrush onto my<br />
bed, I frantically flip through my closet.<br />
“Ruthie!”<br />
Mom calls from downstairs. My heart stops.<br />
“Bacon or sausage?” she yells.<br />
How can I possibly think about pork when Aunt Marty<br />
51