that
she wasn’t concerned?
This is why I never wanted a boyfriend, she thought to herself as she stared at the notebook sitting
closed on her bed.
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Well, it would be okay. She would give T.J. time to cool off and to see that she was right. Maybe she
would call him later that night and try to talk to him again. But she still wished she had someone she could
talk to about the whole thing.
Then she realized that she did have someone to talk to. She had Kate and Annie. She knew Annie was
at work, but Kate was probably home. She picked up the phone and dialed her number, pleased that
now that she had rejoined the group she could do such a thing.
Kate picked up on the second ring. Cooper immediately began relating her conversation with T.J. When
she was done she finished up with, “Can you believe him?”
“Actually,” said Kate, “I can.”
“What do you mean?” Cooper asked.
“Maybe he’s right,” Kate said. “Maybe you would be asking for trouble. I’d really think about this
before you do anything.”
Cooper started to protest, but Kate said, “My mom needs me in the kitchen. I’ve got to go. But I’ll see
you Saturday at Annie’s, right?”
“Sure,” said Cooper.
“Call me if you want to talk,” Kate said before hanging up.
Cooper put down the phone and stretched out on her bed, thinking. Was she crazy? Was she the only
one who didn’t see a problem with writing about Wicca in her performance pieces? Why was everyone
so afraid of what other people might think? It annoyed her, especially coming from her boyfriend and one
of her best friends.
Well, she couldn’t let it get to her. She had work to do. Surely T.J. would come around, and so would
Kate. They just had to get used to the idea. It will be fine, she told herself as she picked up her
notebook, opened it, and started reading.
CHAPTER 6
Kate’s mother put down the peach. “Order me two crates of those,” she said to the man following along
behind her. “Oh, and make sure there will be three crates of the strawberries. And no mushy ones. I’m
going to hear it if they’re not perfect.”
“Will do, Mrs. Morgan,” the man said as he made a note on the clipboard he was carrying. “I’ll make
sure everything is delivered by the afternoon of the eleventh.”
“I can’t believe those two are getting married on the thirteenth,” Kate’s mother said to her. “At least it’s
a Saturday and not a Friday. But still . . .”
“Look at you being all superstitious,” Kate said, laughing.
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“You can’t be too careful,” replied her mother, picking up a box of blueberries and eyeing them
critically.
“Is there going to be anything else?” the man with them asked.
“I guess that’s it for now,” said Kate’s mother. “Thanks, Paul.”
The man nodded and left. Kate’s mother turned to her. “That is, unless the mayor and the mother of the
bride change their minds yet again.”
Just then a muffled buzzing sound emanated from Mrs. Morgan’s handbag. She reached in and pulled
out a cell phone. Kate rolled her eyes as her mother answered it. She’d been teasing her mother
endlessly since she’d come home with the phone, telling her that she was now just a Land Rover away
from becoming one of those annoying yuppies they frequently made jokes about.
“Hello, Mayor Pershing,” Mrs. Morgan said, and Kate suppressed a giggle. She wondered what the
mayor wanted now. She called at least six times a day, and each call was about something more
ridiculous than the last one.
“You’ve decided that you want the chicken in orange sauce instead of wine sauce,” Kate’s mother said.
“Yes, I can do that. Uh-huh. No problem. Is there anything else? Okay then. Bye.”
She clicked off the phone and gave Kate a menacing look. “They want orange
she wasn’t concerned?
This is why I never wanted a boyfriend, she thought to herself as she stared at the notebook sitting
closed on her bed.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Well, it would be okay. She would give T.J. time to cool off and to see that she was right. Maybe she
would call him later that night and try to talk to him again. But she still wished she had someone she could
talk to about the whole thing.
Then she realized that she did have someone to talk to. She had Kate and Annie. She knew Annie was
at work, but Kate was probably home. She picked up the phone and dialed her number, pleased that
now that she had rejoined the group she could do such a thing.
Kate picked up on the second ring. Cooper immediately began relating her conversation with T.J. When
she was done she finished up with, “Can you believe him?”
“Actually,” said Kate, “I can.”
“What do you mean?” Cooper asked.
“Maybe he’s right,” Kate said. “Maybe you would be asking for trouble. I’d really think about this
before you do anything.”
Cooper started to protest, but Kate said, “My mom needs me in the kitchen. I’ve got to go. But I’ll see
you Saturday at Annie’s, right?”
“Sure,” said Cooper.
“Call me if you want to talk,” Kate said before hanging up.
Cooper put down the phone and stretched out on her bed, thinking. Was she crazy? Was she the only
one who didn’t see a problem with writing about Wicca in her performance pieces? Why was everyone
so afraid of what other people might think? It annoyed her, especially coming from her boyfriend and one
of her best friends.
Well, she couldn’t let it get to her. She had work to do. Surely T.J. would come around, and so would
Kate. They just had to get used to the idea. It will be fine, she told herself as she picked up her
notebook, opened it, and started reading.
CHAPTER 6
Kate’s mother put down the peach. “Order me two crates of those,” she said to the man following along
behind her. “Oh, and make sure there will be three crates of the strawberries. And no mushy ones. I’m
going to hear it if they’re not perfect.”
“Will do, Mrs. Morgan,” the man said as he made a note on the clipboard he was carrying. “I’ll make
sure everything is delivered by the afternoon of the eleventh.”
“I can’t believe those two are getting married on the thirteenth,” Kate’s mother said to her. “At least it’s
a Saturday and not a Friday. But still . . .”
“Look at you being all superstitious,” Kate said, laughing.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
“You can’t be too careful,” replied her mother, picking up a box of blueberries and eyeing them
critically.
“Is there going to be anything else?” the man with them asked.
“I guess that’s it for now,” said Kate’s mother. “Thanks, Paul.”
The man nodded and left. Kate’s mother turned to her. “That is, unless the mayor and the mother of the
bride change their minds yet again.”
Just then a muffled buzzing sound emanated from Mrs. Morgan’s handbag. She reached in and pulled
out a cell phone. Kate rolled her eyes as her mother answered it. She’d been teasing her mother
endlessly since she’d come home with the phone, telling her that she was now just a Land Rover away
from becoming one of those annoying yuppies they frequently made jokes about.
“Hello, Mayor Pershing,” Mrs. Morgan said, and Kate suppressed a giggle. She wondered what the
mayor wanted now. She called at least six times a day, and each call was about something more
ridiculous than the last one.
“You’ve decided that you want the chicken in orange sauce instead of wine sauce,” Kate’s mother said.
“Yes, I can do that. Uh-huh. No problem. Is there anything else? Okay then. Bye.”
She clicked off the phone and gave Kate a menacing look. “They want orange
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