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is moments away?!
“Do we have any turkey bacon?” I call down the stairs.
Best to act normal, I decide. Mom will be suspicious otherwise.
“No,” Mom says. “I’m making you sausage.”
“Okay!” I call out, my voice chirpy. “I’ll be down in a
few minutes!”
In desperation, I pull off my capris and pull on old
Levi’s and a new T-shirt. No shoes at all.
Number Two: The whole town will know that Aunt
Marty has arrived. It’s impossible to keep any secrets in this
town, much less a big one, like New York’s Goddess of Love
coming home. And how long before the reason for her visit
is revealed? To personally counsel her virginal niece on
seducing the boy next door.
Yes, I’m definitely going to throw up.
“Your orange juice is on the table, Ruthie,” Mom
shouts.
That’s when I hear it. A car pulling up. My heart plummets
to the pit of my stomach. My upper lip sprouts sweat.
Leaping for the window, I peel back the curtain and peer
out.
There she is.
Her shiny gold car sparkles in the morning sunlight. She
pokes one pointy toe of her strappy red high heels out the
car door. Then the other. Rising up, she inhales the warm
air. She stretches like a pampered Persian cat. I watch her
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