said Mrs. Daniel over dinner, as if Dyamonde weren’t counting down the days. “I was wondering if you’d thought about what you’d like to do on Saturday to celebrate, where you’d like to—” “Coney Island!” said Dyamonde. “Well,” said Mrs. Daniel, “that was easy.” “And can I bring Free and Damaris? Please, please, please?” Mrs. Daniel smiled. “I’ll give their parents a call.” Dyamonde bounced up and down on her chair, too excited to speak. At ten o’clock Saturday morning, the foursome set foot on the Coney Island boardwalk. The minute they were there, Dyamonde remembered the Coney Island fun-house mirrors. That’s it! thought Dyamonde. If Damaris looks at herself in all those different mirrors, maybe she’ll understand that there are different ways of seeing herself and they’re not all real. Anyway, it’s worth a try. I’ll take her by the mirrors later. The first thing Dyamonde did was to make a dash for the carousel. Free called it a baby ride, but Dyamonde didn’t care.
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