The milkman has brought the extra bottles we ordered.
Six oâclock and Janet and Dorothy blow in as usual. The clouds have settled in with a solid rain.
âIf itâs raining southeast of here, theyâll have had to take it slowly,â Dad says when I start to chew my nails. âThere might even be snow on Allison Pass.â I iron the blouses, tea towels, and hankies without being asked â to keep my mind off worrying.
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Dear Nora,
I saw you in the ocean
I saw you in the sea
I saw you in the bathtub
Oops, excuse me.
Yours âtil the kitchen sinks, Brian
Dear Nora,
Starkle starkle little twink
I wonder why you are I think
Bet you wish you could be me
Starkle starkle little twink.
Your pal, Steven
Honestly, guys write the stupidest things.
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Itâs ten to seven. I hear the car turn into the gravel drive and run to the door. In front of the others, Lizzie puffs and pants up the stairs. Her black curly hair bounces. She smiles. But the smile that used to be broad, lighting up her whole face, is only with her eyes now. And the light shining through those deep blue eyes is even less than a few weeks ago.
âThe snow was quite heavy in the Pass with those big, fluffy, spattery flakes on the windshield,â explains Uncle Robert. âAs we came down into the valley it turned to ice rain and then rain. It was not fun.â
âAnd the traffic. I donât know how people cope with it all the time.â Aunt Mary sighs a tired sigh. âBut something sure smells delicious.â She smiles at me and brightens. âNora. Turn around. Let me see.â I obey. âHey, youâve really got the hang of that French braid now. Good for you.â I beam back. Itâs nice someone notices.
âYou and Robert, go put your feet up for a few minutes before supper,â says Dad. âWeâll call you when the vegetables are done. Jan and Dot can put the finishing touches on the meal.â
âWhich oneâs your suitcase, Lizzie?â I ask. Uncle Robert points and I grab the red one.
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After supper we head straight for bed. That is, Lizzie and me. That sounds corny. Sort of like weâre going to sleep at 7:45. Weâre not. We have so much to talk about and itâs easier cuddled up in bed under layers of blankets. We talk about school, friends, and more school, and we end with our usual game of ... well, we donât have a name for it. Dirt â earth â sky â blue â bird â fly â mosquito â bee â honey â toast â breakfast â eggs â bacon â pig â spider â (âWhere did you get spider from pig?â asks Lizzie. âOh, I get it, Charlotteâs Web. â) â web ... and as always one of us drifts off. This time itâs Lizzie.
Iâm left thinking. But not for long.
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Saturday morning I crawl into Lizzieâs bed â my bed but hers now â and tell her about Juniper and the other kittens. Iâm just about to say I hope I can have one, when a whiff of something wonderfully wonderful slips in and invades the room.
âAah, I know what that smell is,â says Lizzie. âWe brought down a box of Newtown apples for you. I bet thatâs Mum making her special applesauce to go with her usual at-home Saturday morning pancakes.â
I throw my dressing gown on and run to the kitchen. âOh, you donât know how good it is to have you here.â Almost as good as having Mum , I say to myself. I fling my arms around her middle.
âGood morning, my dear. Sit yourself down and tell me about school these days.â Aunt Mary extracts herself from my hug and lifts the first lot of pancakes onto a plate in the warming oven. âDo you like it any better?â
âWell, The Wizard of Oz is good. But the rest is about the same. In Social Studies I sit near the
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