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same jeans every day.” She picked up the bag now. “I can’t wait to see what’s in here. Want to come into my room while I check it out?”
“Sure.” Morgan felt pleased at how easy this was. But when she stepped into Emily’s room, she had a shock. Other than an air mattress, some blankets, and a pillow, the place was stark and empty—no personal items, no pictures on the walls, no color.
“Make yourself at home,” said Emily sarcastically. “Not much, is it?”
“No … but it’s like a blank canvas, Emily. Just think of all we could do with it. Raw potential.”
Emily sighed. “Maybe
you
could do something with it, Morgan. But it looks pretty hopeless to me.”
“I could definitely do something with it. Will you let me help you fix it up?”
“Really?” Emily’s eyes lit up.
“It’d be fun!”
“Hey, knock yourself out.” Emily unzipped the bag now, pulling out a pair of khaki pants that were too short for Morgan. “Wow, these are great, Morgan.” And just like that, Emily whipped off her jeans and pulled up the khakis. “And they fit too!”
“They look good on you, Emily,” said Morgan with excitement. She reached into the bag and pulled out a paleblue T-shirt. “This would look good with them.”
The next thing she knew, Emily had on the T-shirt. “How does it look?”
“Fantastic,” said Morgan. “The blue is perfect with your eyes.”
“I wish I had a mirror,” said Emily.
“How about the bathroom?”
So they went into the bathroom, where Emily stretched to see her new hand-me-down outfit in the mirror above the sink.
“Hang on,” said Morgan. “I’ll be right back.”
Then she dashed over to her house where she quickly bagged up some extra hangers for the clothes and then put a full-length mirror under her arm.
“Moving out?” asked Grandma as Morgan walked through the kitchen.
“Mom will explain,” she said as she hurried past.
Soon she was back in Emily’s room, where Emily proceeded to try on all the clothes, checking them out in the mirror. Morgan hung them one by one on hangers and put them in the closet. Finally they were done, and Emily was back in the khakis and blue T-shirt. She threw her arms around Morgan. “Thank you so much!”
“There’s another thing,” said Morgan as she reached down to pull a New Testament from a zipper pocket in the bag. “I have several Bibles, and this is a spare. I thoughtthat since you invited Jesus into your heart … well … you might want to start reading it.”
“Thank you!” exclaimed Emily. “You’re the best friend ever, Morgan.”
Morgan could feel herself beaming. “You are too, Emily.”
“I don’t see how,” said Emily. “I mean, here you are giving me things and helping me and taking me to church … I haven’t done much of anything to be a good friend.”
Morgan laughed. “Hey, you needed me. That’s pretty cool.”
Emily smiled. “Well, someday I’ll repay you—for everything.”
Now Morgan looked around Emily’s room again. Other than having some colorful items of clothes in her closet, it still looked pretty sad. “So, were you serious about letting me fix up your room?”
“Of course. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, Morgan. You’ve already done so much.”
“Hey, I can’t think of anything that’d be more fun, Emily.” Morgan glanced at her watch. “It’s almost two now. I need to work on some things. Is it okay if I come back in a couple of hours?”
“Fine with me,” said Emily. “I’m the only one here anyway.”
Morgan grinned. “Okay. See you around four.”
“Mom?” called Morgan as soon as she got into the house. “Where are you?”
“In here,” called Mom from the laundry room.
“Mom!” exclaimed Morgan. “It was so cool. Emily loved absolutely everything, and she tried it all on and we hung it up in her closet and she told me that I can even fix up her room. I mean, all she has in there is this air mattress and some
“Sure.” Morgan felt pleased at how easy this was. But when she stepped into Emily’s room, she had a shock. Other than an air mattress, some blankets, and a pillow, the place was stark and empty—no personal items, no pictures on the walls, no color.
“Make yourself at home,” said Emily sarcastically. “Not much, is it?”
“No … but it’s like a blank canvas, Emily. Just think of all we could do with it. Raw potential.”
Emily sighed. “Maybe
you
could do something with it, Morgan. But it looks pretty hopeless to me.”
“I could definitely do something with it. Will you let me help you fix it up?”
“Really?” Emily’s eyes lit up.
“It’d be fun!”
“Hey, knock yourself out.” Emily unzipped the bag now, pulling out a pair of khaki pants that were too short for Morgan. “Wow, these are great, Morgan.” And just like that, Emily whipped off her jeans and pulled up the khakis. “And they fit too!”
“They look good on you, Emily,” said Morgan with excitement. She reached into the bag and pulled out a paleblue T-shirt. “This would look good with them.”
The next thing she knew, Emily had on the T-shirt. “How does it look?”
“Fantastic,” said Morgan. “The blue is perfect with your eyes.”
“I wish I had a mirror,” said Emily.
“How about the bathroom?”
So they went into the bathroom, where Emily stretched to see her new hand-me-down outfit in the mirror above the sink.
“Hang on,” said Morgan. “I’ll be right back.”
Then she dashed over to her house where she quickly bagged up some extra hangers for the clothes and then put a full-length mirror under her arm.
“Moving out?” asked Grandma as Morgan walked through the kitchen.
“Mom will explain,” she said as she hurried past.
Soon she was back in Emily’s room, where Emily proceeded to try on all the clothes, checking them out in the mirror. Morgan hung them one by one on hangers and put them in the closet. Finally they were done, and Emily was back in the khakis and blue T-shirt. She threw her arms around Morgan. “Thank you so much!”
“There’s another thing,” said Morgan as she reached down to pull a New Testament from a zipper pocket in the bag. “I have several Bibles, and this is a spare. I thoughtthat since you invited Jesus into your heart … well … you might want to start reading it.”
“Thank you!” exclaimed Emily. “You’re the best friend ever, Morgan.”
Morgan could feel herself beaming. “You are too, Emily.”
“I don’t see how,” said Emily. “I mean, here you are giving me things and helping me and taking me to church … I haven’t done much of anything to be a good friend.”
Morgan laughed. “Hey, you needed me. That’s pretty cool.”
Emily smiled. “Well, someday I’ll repay you—for everything.”
Now Morgan looked around Emily’s room again. Other than having some colorful items of clothes in her closet, it still looked pretty sad. “So, were you serious about letting me fix up your room?”
“Of course. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, Morgan. You’ve already done so much.”
“Hey, I can’t think of anything that’d be more fun, Emily.” Morgan glanced at her watch. “It’s almost two now. I need to work on some things. Is it okay if I come back in a couple of hours?”
“Fine with me,” said Emily. “I’m the only one here anyway.”
Morgan grinned. “Okay. See you around four.”
“Mom?” called Morgan as soon as she got into the house. “Where are you?”
“In here,” called Mom from the laundry room.
“Mom!” exclaimed Morgan. “It was so cool. Emily loved absolutely everything, and she tried it all on and we hung it up in her closet and she told me that I can even fix up her room. I mean, all she has in there is this air mattress and some
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