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fixed to my face, but I was pretty eager to get home. Her dad drove me, and Penny and I made small talk, but I ended up thinking that maybe I had used the wrong fork or something. Or maybe it was my fancy dress mistake.
Did Penny think my mom wouldn’t fit in with her mom’s upper-class friends?
Did I know Penny as well as I thought I did?
Chapter 25
That night at home, I had to sort through all the potential Asking for Trouble questions. Because they were mostly written by teenage girls, and because I was a teenage girl, I related to most of them. Pretty much every week, though, after praying about it, I figured out which one I was supposed to answer. Then I went to the Source for the answer and wrote it up in my own style. Even though I couldn’t actually tell my readers that my answers were from Scripture, I knew I was feeding them good things.
“Fear of the Lord is the foundation of true wisdom. All who obey his commandments will grow in wisdom,” I thought. “Psalm 111:10,” I said aloud, thankful for the Bible memory program I’d attended as a kid.
I sorted through the questions, and one struck my heart. Not only because I knew it was important to a lot of girls, but also because it was important to me right that very day. If I wrote this advice out and then didn’t follow it myself, I would be a hypocrite. Besides, it was the right thing to do. I prayed about it, searched through my online Bible program, and composed the answer. Then I e-mailed it to Jack and gave myself till Friday to follow my own advice.
By Thursday, when I delivered the papers, I still hadn’t done it. I didn’t have time to read the column before maths, so after Gwennie and Jill and I had finished growing bacteria cultures in science, I sat down and read it.
Dear Asking for Trouble,
I have a problem I hope you can help me with. I’m worried that my best friend has been talking about me behind my back. I never would have guessed it—she’s so honest! And trustworthy! Or so I thought. But I heard something through another friend that I think could have only come from one source: my best friend. What should I do? If I accuse her and I’m wrong, she’s going to be mad—and rightly so. But if she’s telling tales and spreading my secrets, I should know before I tell her anything else. Right? Help!
Sincerely,
Loose Lips Sink Friendships
Dear Loose Lips,
When you decide that someone is your best friend, you’ve decided to entrust a lot of your heart, your mind, and your hopes to them. Not to mention your I’ll-die-if-anyone-else-knows secrets. So if you have any doubts at all about your friend’s trustworthiness, you need to have a chat with her. Now don’t go accusing her of anything. (See your letter above!) Just take her aside privately, one-on-one, and tell her what you heard. Ask if you might have misunderstood something, and be humble—see what she says. Nine times out of ten it’s a simple misunderstanding, and you’ll be closer than ever. Of course, if it’s the other one time out of ten, then you have to be brave enough to kindly say au revoir , adios , sayonara , or however you like to politely say good-bye.
Sincerely,
We’re All in the Same Boat
At lunch I asked Penny if we could walk in the courtyard and talk.
Once we were out there, she asked, “What’s up?”
“Well, I know this is the dumbest thing ever, and I’m an insecure bowl of jelly, but I was just wondering about something. You know when your mom was ready to ask about my mom and some gardening thing, the other night at dinner?”
Penny nodded.
“Well, I was just wondering. Are we not, you know, high class enough for you?”
Penny looked at me as if I’d just swallowed a live bug and asked for another with a splash of soy sauce. “Pardon?”
“I was just wondering why you stopped her, was all.” I hung my head.
Penny grabbed my arm and sat me down on one of the benches. “Even though some others might feel differently, I
Did Penny think my mom wouldn’t fit in with her mom’s upper-class friends?
Did I know Penny as well as I thought I did?
Chapter 25
That night at home, I had to sort through all the potential Asking for Trouble questions. Because they were mostly written by teenage girls, and because I was a teenage girl, I related to most of them. Pretty much every week, though, after praying about it, I figured out which one I was supposed to answer. Then I went to the Source for the answer and wrote it up in my own style. Even though I couldn’t actually tell my readers that my answers were from Scripture, I knew I was feeding them good things.
“Fear of the Lord is the foundation of true wisdom. All who obey his commandments will grow in wisdom,” I thought. “Psalm 111:10,” I said aloud, thankful for the Bible memory program I’d attended as a kid.
I sorted through the questions, and one struck my heart. Not only because I knew it was important to a lot of girls, but also because it was important to me right that very day. If I wrote this advice out and then didn’t follow it myself, I would be a hypocrite. Besides, it was the right thing to do. I prayed about it, searched through my online Bible program, and composed the answer. Then I e-mailed it to Jack and gave myself till Friday to follow my own advice.
By Thursday, when I delivered the papers, I still hadn’t done it. I didn’t have time to read the column before maths, so after Gwennie and Jill and I had finished growing bacteria cultures in science, I sat down and read it.
Dear Asking for Trouble,
I have a problem I hope you can help me with. I’m worried that my best friend has been talking about me behind my back. I never would have guessed it—she’s so honest! And trustworthy! Or so I thought. But I heard something through another friend that I think could have only come from one source: my best friend. What should I do? If I accuse her and I’m wrong, she’s going to be mad—and rightly so. But if she’s telling tales and spreading my secrets, I should know before I tell her anything else. Right? Help!
Sincerely,
Loose Lips Sink Friendships
Dear Loose Lips,
When you decide that someone is your best friend, you’ve decided to entrust a lot of your heart, your mind, and your hopes to them. Not to mention your I’ll-die-if-anyone-else-knows secrets. So if you have any doubts at all about your friend’s trustworthiness, you need to have a chat with her. Now don’t go accusing her of anything. (See your letter above!) Just take her aside privately, one-on-one, and tell her what you heard. Ask if you might have misunderstood something, and be humble—see what she says. Nine times out of ten it’s a simple misunderstanding, and you’ll be closer than ever. Of course, if it’s the other one time out of ten, then you have to be brave enough to kindly say au revoir , adios , sayonara , or however you like to politely say good-bye.
Sincerely,
We’re All in the Same Boat
At lunch I asked Penny if we could walk in the courtyard and talk.
Once we were out there, she asked, “What’s up?”
“Well, I know this is the dumbest thing ever, and I’m an insecure bowl of jelly, but I was just wondering about something. You know when your mom was ready to ask about my mom and some gardening thing, the other night at dinner?”
Penny nodded.
“Well, I was just wondering. Are we not, you know, high class enough for you?”
Penny looked at me as if I’d just swallowed a live bug and asked for another with a splash of soy sauce. “Pardon?”
“I was just wondering why you stopped her, was all.” I hung my head.
Penny grabbed my arm and sat me down on one of the benches. “Even though some others might feel differently, I
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