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" Yes, it was, " I insisted. " Have you forgotten how it ' s going to make Taffy feel? "
" You ' re right, " said Katie. " We ' ve got to do it. Let ' s act as if it ' s just any ordinary day and we ' ve been good friends with Mona forever. "
A little later when the doorbell rang, my friends pushed me toward the door. " It ' s your house, " Christie reminded me. " So you have to answer it. "
I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mona was standing there looking more forlorn than ever. I could see that she was wishing she had never come. I started to panic again as I struggled to think of something to say, but then I remembered that getting even with Taffy Sinclair wasn ' t the only reason we had invited Mona to our meeting.
I asked her in, and while I hung up her jacket, I noticed that everyone was smiling and talking and being nice to her. She looked as if she might be relaxing just a little. I was glad about that.
" The Fabulous Five is a self-improvement club, " I explained as I handed out glasses of instant iced tea. " We meet once a week to try to figure out ways to become the most gorgeous and most popular girls in Mark Twain Elementary. "
Mona ' s face turned red and she looked down into her lap. Eek! I thought. Have I said the wrong thing already?
" We have a lot of fun, too, " I added quickly. Then I looked at each of my friends, hoping one of them would rescue me by taking over the conversation. Beth got my message.
" Today we ' re going to work on hair. You know, give each other new styles and things. " Then, in an extraloud voice, she said to me, " Do you have the shampoo and towels out yet, Jana? "
Of course I didn ' t, since I didn ' t know she was going to say that. I jumped up and ran first to the linen closet to get towels and then to the bathroom to get shampoo and conditioner. While I was in the bathroom, Beth yelled, " And don ' t forget the blow dryer, the curling iron, and your mother ' s hot curlers. " I grabbed those, too, and hurried back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later we had all washed our hair and were standing by the sink with our heads wrapped in towels, Mona included, deciding what to do next.
" I think we should work on Mona ' s hair first, " announced Katie.
Mona ' s eyes widened, and I could see her Adam ' s apple bob as she tried to swallow down a lump in her throat.
" That ' s a good idea, " I said before she could protest. " We ' ve all done each other ' s hair tons of times. It will be fun to work on somebody new. Besides, " I added brightly, " you ' re our guest. "
" Sit down here the table, " said Beth, pulling out a chair for Mona.
Mona perched gingerly on the edge of the chair, and I put Mom ' s m akeup mirror in front of her.
" Now, " I said w ith satisfaction. " It ' s ju st like the beauty parlor at Ta nninger ' s. "
Mona laughed along with the rest of us and scooted back into her chair. She seemed to be losing her shyness and was starting to join in.
" I get to do the styling, " Christie announced, racing up behind M ona and whisking the towel off her hair. " Don ' t forget. My aunt Helen is a beautician, and the ability to style hair runs in our family. "
" How could we forget? " I muttered. I wa s thinking about the other tim e Christie had said that. It was right after Taffy Sinclair and I found baby Ashley, and Christie and my other friends gave me a haircut that was a total disaster.
She must have read my mind. " I ' m not going to cut, " she said as she stabbed the air with a hairbrush to emphasize her mea ning. " Just style. "
This time, Mona actually giggled. She was having fun. This might work out all right, after all, I thought.
Christie began drying Mona ' s hair while the rest of us stood around in our bath-towel turbans discussing how it should be styled. When it was dry, Christie brushed it first one way and then another as we swarmed around, suggesting ideas and trying them out. Through it all, Mona sat as still as a mouse, her eyes
" Yes, it was, " I insisted. " Have you forgotten how it ' s going to make Taffy feel? "
" You ' re right, " said Katie. " We ' ve got to do it. Let ' s act as if it ' s just any ordinary day and we ' ve been good friends with Mona forever. "
A little later when the doorbell rang, my friends pushed me toward the door. " It ' s your house, " Christie reminded me. " So you have to answer it. "
I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mona was standing there looking more forlorn than ever. I could see that she was wishing she had never come. I started to panic again as I struggled to think of something to say, but then I remembered that getting even with Taffy Sinclair wasn ' t the only reason we had invited Mona to our meeting.
I asked her in, and while I hung up her jacket, I noticed that everyone was smiling and talking and being nice to her. She looked as if she might be relaxing just a little. I was glad about that.
" The Fabulous Five is a self-improvement club, " I explained as I handed out glasses of instant iced tea. " We meet once a week to try to figure out ways to become the most gorgeous and most popular girls in Mark Twain Elementary. "
Mona ' s face turned red and she looked down into her lap. Eek! I thought. Have I said the wrong thing already?
" We have a lot of fun, too, " I added quickly. Then I looked at each of my friends, hoping one of them would rescue me by taking over the conversation. Beth got my message.
" Today we ' re going to work on hair. You know, give each other new styles and things. " Then, in an extraloud voice, she said to me, " Do you have the shampoo and towels out yet, Jana? "
Of course I didn ' t, since I didn ' t know she was going to say that. I jumped up and ran first to the linen closet to get towels and then to the bathroom to get shampoo and conditioner. While I was in the bathroom, Beth yelled, " And don ' t forget the blow dryer, the curling iron, and your mother ' s hot curlers. " I grabbed those, too, and hurried back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later we had all washed our hair and were standing by the sink with our heads wrapped in towels, Mona included, deciding what to do next.
" I think we should work on Mona ' s hair first, " announced Katie.
Mona ' s eyes widened, and I could see her Adam ' s apple bob as she tried to swallow down a lump in her throat.
" That ' s a good idea, " I said before she could protest. " We ' ve all done each other ' s hair tons of times. It will be fun to work on somebody new. Besides, " I added brightly, " you ' re our guest. "
" Sit down here the table, " said Beth, pulling out a chair for Mona.
Mona perched gingerly on the edge of the chair, and I put Mom ' s m akeup mirror in front of her.
" Now, " I said w ith satisfaction. " It ' s ju st like the beauty parlor at Ta nninger ' s. "
Mona laughed along with the rest of us and scooted back into her chair. She seemed to be losing her shyness and was starting to join in.
" I get to do the styling, " Christie announced, racing up behind M ona and whisking the towel off her hair. " Don ' t forget. My aunt Helen is a beautician, and the ability to style hair runs in our family. "
" How could we forget? " I muttered. I wa s thinking about the other tim e Christie had said that. It was right after Taffy Sinclair and I found baby Ashley, and Christie and my other friends gave me a haircut that was a total disaster.
She must have read my mind. " I ' m not going to cut, " she said as she stabbed the air with a hairbrush to emphasize her mea ning. " Just style. "
This time, Mona actually giggled. She was having fun. This might work out all right, after all, I thought.
Christie began drying Mona ' s hair while the rest of us stood around in our bath-towel turbans discussing how it should be styled. When it was dry, Christie brushed it first one way and then another as we swarmed around, suggesting ideas and trying them out. Through it all, Mona sat as still as a mouse, her eyes
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