Tugs didn’t know if she was supposed to open the screen to reach the knocker or if she should knock on the screen door itself or simply shout yoo-hoo, as was her habit when she was running into familiar houses. There was a doorbell, but she couldn’t make herself press it. She could hear squeals and laughter. She moved over to the window and peered in. A stack of beautifully wrapped gifts, all in boxes with bows and with cards in envelopes, was piled on the dining-room table. She supposed the largest, prettiest box was from Felicity Anderson. The Marys were probably there, too. Tugs looked down at the braided twine in her hand. She took a step backward. What if Aggie was already regretting having invited her? What if Tugs had understood it all wrong and Aggie hadn’t really invited her? That had to be it. She could leave now and no one would have to know she’d even been there. She’d tell Aggie that a bee had stung her — no, that she’d stepped on a bee and it had stung the bottom of her foot, so she couldn’t walk for twenty-four hours.
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