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Authors: Judy Blume
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never heard. "Please meet my friend Margaret Simon."
Mrs. Fishbein smiled at me and said, "Glad to meet you, Margaret." Then she took our coats away and handed them to a maid who carried them up the stairs.
"My, you all look so pretty!" Mrs. Fishbein said. "Everyone is downstairs. Nancy, you know the way."
I followed Nancy past the living room. The furniture was all very modern. The chairs looked like carved-out boxes and the tables were all glass. Everything was beige. At Nancy 's house the furniture all has lion's paws for feet and there are a million colors. At my house the living room is carpeted but empty. My mother is trying to decide what kind of stuff she wants.
Norman 's house was pretty big, because I had to follow Nancy through at least four more rooms before we got to a door leading downstairs.
It looked like most of my class was already there. Including Laura Danker, who I thought looked gorgeous in a soft pink dress with her hair all loose, kind of hanging in her face.
The boys had on sport jackets and some wore ties. Philip Leroy had on a tie the first time I saw him but a few minutes later the tie was gone and his shirt was unbuttoned around the neck. Soon after that, not one boy had his jacket on. They were all in a big heap in the corner.
Mostly, the girls stayed on one side of the room, and the boys on the other. As soon as everyone was there Mrs. Fishbein brought out the food. All kinds of sandwiches and a big dish of cut-up hotdogs in beans. I took some of that and some potato salad and sat down at a table with Janie, Nancy and Gretchen. There were six little tables so practically everyone had a place to sit. As soon as we were all served Mrs. Fishbein and the maid went back upstairs.
I'm not sure who started blowing the mustard through a straw up at the ceiling. I only know that I saw Philip Leroy yell, "Watch this, Freddy!" as he aimed his straw. I saw the mustard fly up and make a yellow splotch on the white ceiling.
Mrs. Fishbein didn't come downstairs again until dessert time. At first she didn't see the ceiling. But she did see the mess on the buffet table. When she looked up she sucked m her breath and the room got very quiet. "What is that on my ceiling?" she asked Norman.
"Mustard," Norman answered.
"I see," Mrs. Fishbein replied.
That was all she said but she looked at every one of us with an I-don't-know-why-your-parents-never-taught-you-any-manners look. Then Mrs. Fishbein stood close to our table and said, "I'm sure these girls aren't responsible for this mess." We smiled at her, but I saw Philip Leroy stick out his tongue at us.
"Now I'm going upstairs to get your dessert," Mrs. Fishbein said, "and I expect you to behave like ladies and gentlemen."
Dessert was tiny cupcakes in all different colors. I ate two chocolate ones before Freddy Barnett came over to our table. "I'm sure these girls didn't do anything naughty!" he mimicked. "These girls are so sweet and good."
"Oh shut up!" Nancy told him, standing up. She was as tall as he was.
"Why don't you shut up,
know it all
!"
"Cut it out, Lobster!" Nancy hollered.
"Who's a lobster?"
"You are!" Nancy gritted her teeth.
Freddy grabbed hold of Nancy and for a minute I thought he was going to hit her.
"Take you lobster claws off me!" Nancy yelled.
"Make me," Freddy told her.
Nancy whirled around but Freddy had hold of her dress by the pocket and next thing we knew Freddy still had the pocket but Nancy was across the room.
"Oh! He ripped off my pocket!" Nancy screamed.
Freddy looked like he couldn't believe it himself. But there he was, holding Nancy 's pocket. There wasn't any hole in Nancy 's dress-just some loose threads where her pocket used to be. Nancy ran up the stairs and returned a few minutes later with Mrs. Fishbein.
"He tore off my pocket," Nancy said, pointing to Freddy Barnett.
"I didn't mean to," Freddy explained. "It just came off."
"I am shocked at your behavior.
Simply shocked
!" Mrs. Fishbein said. "I
Mrs. Fishbein smiled at me and said, "Glad to meet you, Margaret." Then she took our coats away and handed them to a maid who carried them up the stairs.
"My, you all look so pretty!" Mrs. Fishbein said. "Everyone is downstairs. Nancy, you know the way."
I followed Nancy past the living room. The furniture was all very modern. The chairs looked like carved-out boxes and the tables were all glass. Everything was beige. At Nancy 's house the furniture all has lion's paws for feet and there are a million colors. At my house the living room is carpeted but empty. My mother is trying to decide what kind of stuff she wants.
Norman 's house was pretty big, because I had to follow Nancy through at least four more rooms before we got to a door leading downstairs.
It looked like most of my class was already there. Including Laura Danker, who I thought looked gorgeous in a soft pink dress with her hair all loose, kind of hanging in her face.
The boys had on sport jackets and some wore ties. Philip Leroy had on a tie the first time I saw him but a few minutes later the tie was gone and his shirt was unbuttoned around the neck. Soon after that, not one boy had his jacket on. They were all in a big heap in the corner.
Mostly, the girls stayed on one side of the room, and the boys on the other. As soon as everyone was there Mrs. Fishbein brought out the food. All kinds of sandwiches and a big dish of cut-up hotdogs in beans. I took some of that and some potato salad and sat down at a table with Janie, Nancy and Gretchen. There were six little tables so practically everyone had a place to sit. As soon as we were all served Mrs. Fishbein and the maid went back upstairs.
I'm not sure who started blowing the mustard through a straw up at the ceiling. I only know that I saw Philip Leroy yell, "Watch this, Freddy!" as he aimed his straw. I saw the mustard fly up and make a yellow splotch on the white ceiling.
Mrs. Fishbein didn't come downstairs again until dessert time. At first she didn't see the ceiling. But she did see the mess on the buffet table. When she looked up she sucked m her breath and the room got very quiet. "What is that on my ceiling?" she asked Norman.
"Mustard," Norman answered.
"I see," Mrs. Fishbein replied.
That was all she said but she looked at every one of us with an I-don't-know-why-your-parents-never-taught-you-any-manners look. Then Mrs. Fishbein stood close to our table and said, "I'm sure these girls aren't responsible for this mess." We smiled at her, but I saw Philip Leroy stick out his tongue at us.
"Now I'm going upstairs to get your dessert," Mrs. Fishbein said, "and I expect you to behave like ladies and gentlemen."
Dessert was tiny cupcakes in all different colors. I ate two chocolate ones before Freddy Barnett came over to our table. "I'm sure these girls didn't do anything naughty!" he mimicked. "These girls are so sweet and good."
"Oh shut up!" Nancy told him, standing up. She was as tall as he was.
"Why don't you shut up,
know it all
!"
"Cut it out, Lobster!" Nancy hollered.
"Who's a lobster?"
"You are!" Nancy gritted her teeth.
Freddy grabbed hold of Nancy and for a minute I thought he was going to hit her.
"Take you lobster claws off me!" Nancy yelled.
"Make me," Freddy told her.
Nancy whirled around but Freddy had hold of her dress by the pocket and next thing we knew Freddy still had the pocket but Nancy was across the room.
"Oh! He ripped off my pocket!" Nancy screamed.
Freddy looked like he couldn't believe it himself. But there he was, holding Nancy 's pocket. There wasn't any hole in Nancy 's dress-just some loose threads where her pocket used to be. Nancy ran up the stairs and returned a few minutes later with Mrs. Fishbein.
"He tore off my pocket," Nancy said, pointing to Freddy Barnett.
"I didn't mean to," Freddy explained. "It just came off."
"I am shocked at your behavior.
Simply shocked
!" Mrs. Fishbein said. "I
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