Amy does have a cell phone, we still need to stick together.”
Carlie grinned. “Good.”
“See you at 7:50,” called Emily as she started walking toward her house.
Morgan smiled to herself as she went into her own house. As weird as it was, she almost hoped that the bullies weren’t ready to give up yet. It seemed like it was their attacks that brought the girls together in the first place. Hopefully they could keep it up long enough that the girls would all be fast friends by the time summer vacation started.
chapter nine
“Are you running away from home?” Morgan’s mom asked.
Morgan grinned. “No, Mom.”
“Well, what’s with the duffel bag?”
“Just some things I don’t really need.”
“Like what?” Mom set her newspaper aside and peered curiously at Morgan.
“Just some clothes.” Morgan shrugged. “I have a lot of clothes, you know.”
“I know. But what are you going to do with those?”
“They’re for a friend.”
“A friend?”
Morgan sat down on the couch next to Mom now. “I can’t really give you all the details. But Emily doesn’t really have many clothes right now. I think they moved here in such a hurry that their stuff isn’t here yet, you know?”
Mom nodded. “Oh.”
“Yeah, and so I thought I could share. I mean, I don’t need all the clothes I have, and Emily’s been wearing the same jeans every day since she’s been here.”
Mom smiled. “Morgan, I think that’s a great idea. But Emily is a few inches shorter than you. Did you pick outthings that will fit?”
“Yeah. In fact, I found some things I’d actually outgrown.”
“Is there anything else her family might need?” asked Mom. “You know that Grandma and I would be happy to share.”
“I don’t know,” admitted Morgan. “But I can ask Emily.”
“I hope this won’t make her feel embarrassed,” said Mom.
“I thought about that,” admitted Morgan. “I decided that I’m going to tell her it’s a God thing. And that God wants his children to share with each other. And so she can’t be offended. Unless she wants to get mad at God, that is. And I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
Mom laughed. “No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea either. Let me know if we can help.”
Morgan put a duffel-bag strap over her shoulder and went outside. She hoped she didn’t run into Carlie or Amy just now. She wasn’t sure what she would say to them. More than anything, she wanted to respect Emily’s privacy. She knew that it had been hard for Emily to open up to her. It might be too much to have Carlie and Amy in on this too.
Morgan glanced both ways, but the neighborhood looked pretty quiet just now. So, shooting up a quickprayer, she darted down the street toward Emily’s house. And soon she was knocking at the door.
“It’s just me,” she called out. “Morgan!”
“Hi, Morgan,” said Emily, opening the door. “Come on in.”
“Sorry to just pop in unexpectedly again,” began Morgan. “I would’ve called … “
“What’s up?” asked Emily. “You moving in or something?”
Morgan laughed. “Not exactly.”
“So, what’s with the suitcase?”
“Well, I was doing some closet cleaning this afternoon, and I noticed that some of my clothes were getting too small. I think I’ve grown about three inches this past year. Even my feet got bigger. I used to wear size 6 shoes last fall, and now I’m wearing 8s. I hope they don’t keep growing.”
“I wear a 6,” said Emily.
“Yeah, so I was thinking maybe you could use some of these things.” Morgan set the bag on the floor with a thump.
“Really?” Emily stared down at the bag. “You’re giving me this?”
“You don’t mind, do you?” Morgan braced herself. “I mean, I don’t want to offend you, but I was thinking that since we’re sisters in the Lord and everything … well, sisters share things, you know.”
Emily grinned. “I don’t mind at all, Morgan. I’m sick of wearing the
Carlie grinned. “Good.”
“See you at 7:50,” called Emily as she started walking toward her house.
Morgan smiled to herself as she went into her own house. As weird as it was, she almost hoped that the bullies weren’t ready to give up yet. It seemed like it was their attacks that brought the girls together in the first place. Hopefully they could keep it up long enough that the girls would all be fast friends by the time summer vacation started.
chapter nine
“Are you running away from home?” Morgan’s mom asked.
Morgan grinned. “No, Mom.”
“Well, what’s with the duffel bag?”
“Just some things I don’t really need.”
“Like what?” Mom set her newspaper aside and peered curiously at Morgan.
“Just some clothes.” Morgan shrugged. “I have a lot of clothes, you know.”
“I know. But what are you going to do with those?”
“They’re for a friend.”
“A friend?”
Morgan sat down on the couch next to Mom now. “I can’t really give you all the details. But Emily doesn’t really have many clothes right now. I think they moved here in such a hurry that their stuff isn’t here yet, you know?”
Mom nodded. “Oh.”
“Yeah, and so I thought I could share. I mean, I don’t need all the clothes I have, and Emily’s been wearing the same jeans every day since she’s been here.”
Mom smiled. “Morgan, I think that’s a great idea. But Emily is a few inches shorter than you. Did you pick outthings that will fit?”
“Yeah. In fact, I found some things I’d actually outgrown.”
“Is there anything else her family might need?” asked Mom. “You know that Grandma and I would be happy to share.”
“I don’t know,” admitted Morgan. “But I can ask Emily.”
“I hope this won’t make her feel embarrassed,” said Mom.
“I thought about that,” admitted Morgan. “I decided that I’m going to tell her it’s a God thing. And that God wants his children to share with each other. And so she can’t be offended. Unless she wants to get mad at God, that is. And I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
Mom laughed. “No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea either. Let me know if we can help.”
Morgan put a duffel-bag strap over her shoulder and went outside. She hoped she didn’t run into Carlie or Amy just now. She wasn’t sure what she would say to them. More than anything, she wanted to respect Emily’s privacy. She knew that it had been hard for Emily to open up to her. It might be too much to have Carlie and Amy in on this too.
Morgan glanced both ways, but the neighborhood looked pretty quiet just now. So, shooting up a quickprayer, she darted down the street toward Emily’s house. And soon she was knocking at the door.
“It’s just me,” she called out. “Morgan!”
“Hi, Morgan,” said Emily, opening the door. “Come on in.”
“Sorry to just pop in unexpectedly again,” began Morgan. “I would’ve called … “
“What’s up?” asked Emily. “You moving in or something?”
Morgan laughed. “Not exactly.”
“So, what’s with the suitcase?”
“Well, I was doing some closet cleaning this afternoon, and I noticed that some of my clothes were getting too small. I think I’ve grown about three inches this past year. Even my feet got bigger. I used to wear size 6 shoes last fall, and now I’m wearing 8s. I hope they don’t keep growing.”
“I wear a 6,” said Emily.
“Yeah, so I was thinking maybe you could use some of these things.” Morgan set the bag on the floor with a thump.
“Really?” Emily stared down at the bag. “You’re giving me this?”
“You don’t mind, do you?” Morgan braced herself. “I mean, I don’t want to offend you, but I was thinking that since we’re sisters in the Lord and everything … well, sisters share things, you know.”
Emily grinned. “I don’t mind at all, Morgan. I’m sick of wearing the
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