Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
I’d say, “Sure,” without worrying about my mom going<br />
all mental or wondering how I’d get there, or how I’d get<br />
home. Then he’d ask, “Where can I pick you up?” and I’d<br />
know he was not only a gentleman, but sixteen, too.<br />
Just looking at him would turn my insides into Cream<br />
of Wheat.<br />
Of course, my vision is so far from reality it might as<br />
well be on Mars. Mom won’t even let me go to Dover Mall<br />
without her. So, a party? With a boy? In a car? Yeah right,<br />
I’d have better luck convincing my mother to pierce her<br />
own navel. (“It’ll look cool! All the mothers are doing it!”)<br />
Then again, I’m living proof that the weirdest stuff can<br />
happen. Like the fact that I’m now feeling all Cream of<br />
Wheat over Perry Gould.<br />
“I need major help,” I tell my aunt. “And I don’t have<br />
much time.”<br />
She hugs me tight and says, “Don’t worry. I’m here.<br />
Perry Gould will soon be crawling at your feet.”<br />
She looks down at my bare toes.<br />
“First stop,” she says, “a pedicure.”<br />
65