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realized that Linda Lee actually had this sort of neat sense of humor and an incredible straight-faced way of saying things. What's this? Like a bra was some medieval torture instrument. You'll what my ears? Like pierced ears was this bizarre ritual. Yuk, yuk.
In a good mood once more, Lucy said, "So where are you going for the weekend?"
"Nowhere."
"You're staying here? No way! After everyone leaves, this place'Il be as much fun as Cleopatra's tomb"
"Why's everybody leaving?"
Lucy shook her head. There she goes again. Yuk, yuk. Oh, well, play along with the girl. "Little holiday known as Memorial Day," she said, as straight-faced as Linda Lee. Then she couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Three-day weekend, cha cha cha!" She stuck a paper flower in her teeth and, only slightly hindered by her cleats, fandangoed across the trash and clothes on the floor.
"Tell you what," she said, falling across the bed, "you come home with me for the weekend. No big deal, I only live five miles away. We'll have a blast, eat like pigs and hang out at Chicken City—Oh, wait, did I tell you about this guy, Jimmy Olsen, who's coming up to see me from Metropolis? Wait till you meet him! He knows your cousin, Clark. I could get Jimmy to bring a friend for you." And thought to herself, If he knows what's good for him, he'll find somebody .
"Thanks," Linda Lee said, "but I guess I'll just stay here . . . I have lots of things to do, Lucy. Really"
Before Lucy could protest, Jody, from down the hall, stuck her round, pimply face in the door. "Hey, gang. Gloria just got this bizarre package from her folks, a hair dryer that makes popcorn. She's got it down in the lounge and it's outta control"
"Pig OUT! " Lucy cried joyously and dived through the door.
"Lucy," Myra, the leader toad, whined, "where's your roomie?"
Lucy stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth and tried to pretend Myra didn't exist. Muffy, the follower toad, strummed on a huge acoustic guitar. "There's nooo place . . . like hoooo-me," she mooed. The lounge was filled with girls, dancing, drinking soda, and eating popcorn. Ah, yes, popcorn. The hair dryer had, indeed, gone beserk. The lounge had been turned into popcorn heaven. Popcorn crunched underfoot, crackled as you sat down, and spilled out of lamps, hats, and wastebaskets.
The girls' housemother, fondly known as Mrs. M., stumbled—er, walked in, and looked blearily around. "Okay! Whoos going to clean up this messh? Huh?" As nobody answered her—actually, nobody ever answered her, anywhere, anytime—Mrs. M. answered herself. "Not me." Satisfied with the dialogue, she stumbled out again.
"I'm talking to you, Lucy," Myra persisted. "Where's your roomie? No, don't tell me. I know. She's out to lunch." This humorous remark caused Myra to break out in a rash of pleasant chuckles. "Awwwk! Awwwkl Awwwk!"
Lucy gave up. "She heard you were going to be here, Myra, and she got sick to her stomach." And speaking of Linda Lee. . .just then, Lucy saw her, making her way through the room, her arms full of books. "Linda" She waved. "Come on, Linda, stick around, we need some help on this popcorn."
"Uh, no thanks, it always sticks in my teeth"
"What'sa matter," Myra said, walking up to Linda Lee and grabbing her books, "we're not good enough for you?"
"Could I have my books back, please?"
"Say, please."
"I did."
"Say it again"
Linda Lee decided not to get angry. "Please, can I have my books back?"
Myra dropped the books with a thud on Linda Lee's feet. "God, what a WIMP "
Jody bent down to help Linda Lee pick up the books. "Geography?" she said. "You're taking geography , Linda? Midvale and its Points of Interest? "
"Short book," Muffy said intelligently, and she and Myra went into spasms of laughter again. "Awwwk! Awwwk! Awwwk!"
Linda Lee gathered up her books. "Actually, I'm trying to learn all I can—" She saw Lucy's eyes warning her, but she stumbled on, ". . . all I can about where I live." Blew it again, Lucy's eyes
In a good mood once more, Lucy said, "So where are you going for the weekend?"
"Nowhere."
"You're staying here? No way! After everyone leaves, this place'Il be as much fun as Cleopatra's tomb"
"Why's everybody leaving?"
Lucy shook her head. There she goes again. Yuk, yuk. Oh, well, play along with the girl. "Little holiday known as Memorial Day," she said, as straight-faced as Linda Lee. Then she couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Three-day weekend, cha cha cha!" She stuck a paper flower in her teeth and, only slightly hindered by her cleats, fandangoed across the trash and clothes on the floor.
"Tell you what," she said, falling across the bed, "you come home with me for the weekend. No big deal, I only live five miles away. We'll have a blast, eat like pigs and hang out at Chicken City—Oh, wait, did I tell you about this guy, Jimmy Olsen, who's coming up to see me from Metropolis? Wait till you meet him! He knows your cousin, Clark. I could get Jimmy to bring a friend for you." And thought to herself, If he knows what's good for him, he'll find somebody .
"Thanks," Linda Lee said, "but I guess I'll just stay here . . . I have lots of things to do, Lucy. Really"
Before Lucy could protest, Jody, from down the hall, stuck her round, pimply face in the door. "Hey, gang. Gloria just got this bizarre package from her folks, a hair dryer that makes popcorn. She's got it down in the lounge and it's outta control"
"Pig OUT! " Lucy cried joyously and dived through the door.
"Lucy," Myra, the leader toad, whined, "where's your roomie?"
Lucy stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth and tried to pretend Myra didn't exist. Muffy, the follower toad, strummed on a huge acoustic guitar. "There's nooo place . . . like hoooo-me," she mooed. The lounge was filled with girls, dancing, drinking soda, and eating popcorn. Ah, yes, popcorn. The hair dryer had, indeed, gone beserk. The lounge had been turned into popcorn heaven. Popcorn crunched underfoot, crackled as you sat down, and spilled out of lamps, hats, and wastebaskets.
The girls' housemother, fondly known as Mrs. M., stumbled—er, walked in, and looked blearily around. "Okay! Whoos going to clean up this messh? Huh?" As nobody answered her—actually, nobody ever answered her, anywhere, anytime—Mrs. M. answered herself. "Not me." Satisfied with the dialogue, she stumbled out again.
"I'm talking to you, Lucy," Myra persisted. "Where's your roomie? No, don't tell me. I know. She's out to lunch." This humorous remark caused Myra to break out in a rash of pleasant chuckles. "Awwwk! Awwwkl Awwwk!"
Lucy gave up. "She heard you were going to be here, Myra, and she got sick to her stomach." And speaking of Linda Lee. . .just then, Lucy saw her, making her way through the room, her arms full of books. "Linda" She waved. "Come on, Linda, stick around, we need some help on this popcorn."
"Uh, no thanks, it always sticks in my teeth"
"What'sa matter," Myra said, walking up to Linda Lee and grabbing her books, "we're not good enough for you?"
"Could I have my books back, please?"
"Say, please."
"I did."
"Say it again"
Linda Lee decided not to get angry. "Please, can I have my books back?"
Myra dropped the books with a thud on Linda Lee's feet. "God, what a WIMP "
Jody bent down to help Linda Lee pick up the books. "Geography?" she said. "You're taking geography , Linda? Midvale and its Points of Interest? "
"Short book," Muffy said intelligently, and she and Myra went into spasms of laughter again. "Awwwk! Awwwk! Awwwk!"
Linda Lee gathered up her books. "Actually, I'm trying to learn all I can—" She saw Lucy's eyes warning her, but she stumbled on, ". . . all I can about where I live." Blew it again, Lucy's eyes
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