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Authors: Lois Duncan
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Horror & Ghost Stories, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Adolescence
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Fran burst into laughter, and Paula laughed with her, caught up by the contagious merriment
Fran's eyes, behind the thick lenses of her glasses, were sparkling, and her narrow face was aglow with accomplishment. Looking at her across the stack of cages, Paula thought with surprise, Why, she's almost pretty!
It was the first time, during all the years of their friendship, that this thought had occurred to her.
"Hey, Bam-Bam, it's nice you could make it," Peter Grange said sarcastically. "I've been sitting here waiting for you for a good twenty minutes. You're lucky I didn't pick up somebody else and take off on you."
"Don't call me 'Bam-Bam.' It sounds like something out of a kids' cartoon show." Bambi Ellis dumped her armload of schoolbooks in through the car's open window to free her hands so she could turn the handle of the door. "I told you I had to talk to Miss Stark awhile. You didn't have to wait if you didn't want to."
"I thought that dumb dub only met on Mondays," Peter grumbled. "That's what Ruthie keeps telling us. You seem to be involved in it twenty-four hours a day."
Bambi pulled the car door open and got in, shoving her books over on the seat between them.
"She's right, the meetings are only once a week," she said. "You can't do everything during those, though. Like tomorrow we're going door-to-door selling raffle tickets to benefit the school athletic fund. The Homecoming Queen does the drawing, you know, so it's only a couple of weeks now. That's what I had to talk to Irene about. I'm in charge of assigning the girls to their districts."
"You'd better not assign Ruth to one," Peter told her. "That kid's in enough trouble at home without taking off for a whole day on the weekend. You ought to talk to her, Bambi. She's acting really weird lately. I think she's got a screw loose or something."
Bambi pulled the door closed and leaned back, smiling at him.
"I did talk to her," she said. "I congratulated her. I think she's great, sticking up for her rights the way she's doing. Frankly, I didn't think she had it in her."
"She's nuts," Peter said. "What does she think she's going to accomplish, anyway? So she abandons ship every Monday afternoon; she ends up grounded every weekend. She's not gaining anything except to keep the folks riled up all the time and have her chores doubled on Tuesdays, and make Mom a wreck worrying over what Eric's doing with nobody around to watch him."
"You or Niles could watch him," Bambi suggested.
"No way." Peter gave the key a vicious twist and started the engine. "Basketball season's just around the corner, and we'll be practicing. Besides, baby-sitting is a girl's job, and all Ruthie's yipping about it isn't going to change that. She's making a big show out of this independence thing, but she's not going to hold out. Tomorrow, for instance, there's this birthday party she wants to go to. Dad's not going to let her. A few rounds of that sort of thing, and she's going to back down pretty quick."
"I'm sorry she won't be going to Holly's party," Bambi said quietly. "We'll miss her."
"What do you mean—we?" Peter turned to look at her with surprise. "You're not going to that party."
"Well, of course I am," Bambi told him, equally surprised. "I got the invitation over a week ago. I told you about it, Pete; it's a dinner and slumber party for Holly's seventeenth birthday. It ought to be lovely."
"You didn't tell me it was on a Saturday."
"I'm sure I did," Bambi said. "You just didn't listen. You're never interested in hearing about anything I'm doing unless you're part of it. This is just an all-girl get-together with the Daughters of Eve bunch. I wish Ruth was going to be there."
"Well, don't worry about it," Peter said, "because you're not going to be there either. You and I are going to the drive-in over to Adrian just the way we always do on Saturdays. That's our regular date night—or are you
Fran's eyes, behind the thick lenses of her glasses, were sparkling, and her narrow face was aglow with accomplishment. Looking at her across the stack of cages, Paula thought with surprise, Why, she's almost pretty!
It was the first time, during all the years of their friendship, that this thought had occurred to her.
"Hey, Bam-Bam, it's nice you could make it," Peter Grange said sarcastically. "I've been sitting here waiting for you for a good twenty minutes. You're lucky I didn't pick up somebody else and take off on you."
"Don't call me 'Bam-Bam.' It sounds like something out of a kids' cartoon show." Bambi Ellis dumped her armload of schoolbooks in through the car's open window to free her hands so she could turn the handle of the door. "I told you I had to talk to Miss Stark awhile. You didn't have to wait if you didn't want to."
"I thought that dumb dub only met on Mondays," Peter grumbled. "That's what Ruthie keeps telling us. You seem to be involved in it twenty-four hours a day."
Bambi pulled the car door open and got in, shoving her books over on the seat between them.
"She's right, the meetings are only once a week," she said. "You can't do everything during those, though. Like tomorrow we're going door-to-door selling raffle tickets to benefit the school athletic fund. The Homecoming Queen does the drawing, you know, so it's only a couple of weeks now. That's what I had to talk to Irene about. I'm in charge of assigning the girls to their districts."
"You'd better not assign Ruth to one," Peter told her. "That kid's in enough trouble at home without taking off for a whole day on the weekend. You ought to talk to her, Bambi. She's acting really weird lately. I think she's got a screw loose or something."
Bambi pulled the door closed and leaned back, smiling at him.
"I did talk to her," she said. "I congratulated her. I think she's great, sticking up for her rights the way she's doing. Frankly, I didn't think she had it in her."
"She's nuts," Peter said. "What does she think she's going to accomplish, anyway? So she abandons ship every Monday afternoon; she ends up grounded every weekend. She's not gaining anything except to keep the folks riled up all the time and have her chores doubled on Tuesdays, and make Mom a wreck worrying over what Eric's doing with nobody around to watch him."
"You or Niles could watch him," Bambi suggested.
"No way." Peter gave the key a vicious twist and started the engine. "Basketball season's just around the corner, and we'll be practicing. Besides, baby-sitting is a girl's job, and all Ruthie's yipping about it isn't going to change that. She's making a big show out of this independence thing, but she's not going to hold out. Tomorrow, for instance, there's this birthday party she wants to go to. Dad's not going to let her. A few rounds of that sort of thing, and she's going to back down pretty quick."
"I'm sorry she won't be going to Holly's party," Bambi said quietly. "We'll miss her."
"What do you mean—we?" Peter turned to look at her with surprise. "You're not going to that party."
"Well, of course I am," Bambi told him, equally surprised. "I got the invitation over a week ago. I told you about it, Pete; it's a dinner and slumber party for Holly's seventeenth birthday. It ought to be lovely."
"You didn't tell me it was on a Saturday."
"I'm sure I did," Bambi said. "You just didn't listen. You're never interested in hearing about anything I'm doing unless you're part of it. This is just an all-girl get-together with the Daughters of Eve bunch. I wish Ruth was going to be there."
"Well, don't worry about it," Peter said, "because you're not going to be there either. You and I are going to the drive-in over to Adrian just the way we always do on Saturdays. That's our regular date night—or are you
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