If you’re at Marcie’s sending me e-mail, what else are you doing with my best friend? (Yes, you’re still my best friend, Marcie. The only person I really like down here is Jared, but it’s not like you and me. I see him at school. He doesn’t call.) Wish I could be up there with you-all for Thanksgiving. Aunt Camille asked me what I’d like her to cook special. As if I care what we eat. I’m still pretending like I’m visiting, and not living here. It makes it easier. School’s a drag, everybody’s ready to bust out. And it’s still pretty warm, so it hardly seems like November. Bet you’ve already had the fireplace going, haven’t you? I remember last year and the big storm and losing power and roasting marshmallows over the fire. The weirdest thing happened last week. I was passing a playground and I looked over and saw this little girl on the swings. Her back was to me, but she had long blond hair and she was wearing a red shirt and a red hairband. I kept watching her and all of a sudden it was like time moved backward and I heard Allison’s voice say: “Push me higher, Beth!
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