lunged across the bed at me. âLemme see it, Mills!â she shouted, and dived for the sketch pad.
âNo! You rat!â I screamed, and scrambled to get away.
Then Tanya and Gloria jumped across the bed too, and we were in a wild free-for-all. I rolled into a ball, clutching the pad to my stomach, and they pinched, tickled and clobbered me with pillows, trying to get it away. I screamed as loud as I could, which was ear-splitting.
âShhhh!â said Carla Mae quickly, and pulled off the other two. âYouâll wake up my folks, and theyâll kill me!â
âOK,â I said. âGet away from me then. Truce!â
They backed off, giving up. I had kept my secret design from them.
âImmature!â I snarled at them, as I readjusted my glasses and settled myself on the bed again.
âIt better be some fancy dress when we see it,â said Gloria.
I retrieved my gum from the bedpost, where I had put it when I was eating my fudge and french fries, and Tanya glared at me and turned up her nose. Tanya imagined herself to have the most refined manners of the four of us. I put my sketch pad safely away and started leafing idly through Vogue .
We wanted to have someone special in town present the awards for the best designs at the style show, and we discussed all the possible town celebrities. There was Miss Thompson, our favorite teacher, but she had presented the awards the year before. There was Mrs. Clauson, the bankerâs wife, who was the richest woman in town, but we counted her out because she was fat and not very stylish herself. Of course, Tanya wanted her mother to be the presenter, but we all ruled that out in a hurry, with much cracking of gum.
âThink of someone!â Carla Mae said, and we were silent for a few moments.
âThese fashion magazines are so stupid!â I said, as I continued looking through them. âI wouldnât be caught dead at a dogfight in these clothes!â
Just then, Tanya pulled out a bottle of dark red nail polish and a big wad of cotton from her overnight bag.
âGad!â said Carla Mae. âWhere did you get that.â
âI borrowed it from my mother,â Tanya said haughtily.
None of us were allowed to use nail polish or any other make up until we were in high school, and we stared at it enviously.
âDoes your mother let you wear nail polish now?â Gloria asked.
âOnly at night,â said Tanya. âI have to take it off before I go out in the morning.â
We all groaned.
âThatâs ridiculous!â I said.
âWell,â said Tanya smugly. âWhen weâre old enough to wear nail polish, Iâm going to know how to do it, and youâre not.â
She proceeded to put big wads of cotton between her toes to hold them apart and then started painting her toenails as we all watched in fascination. I didnât want to give her the satisfaction of looking too interested, so I went back to my magazine.
ââWhat to Wear to a Broadway Opening Nightââ I read from one of the articles.
âWeâve got to think of somebody to present the awards!â Carla Mae said impatiently.
Suddenly I got one of my brilliant brainstorms.
âConstance Payne!â I shouted at them.
âAddie!â said Carla Mae. âWe were going to keep that a secret!â
âOh, I know!â I said. âBut I just got this brainstorm! Sheâs the perfect person to present the awards!â
âWhat secret?â demanded Tanya. âConstance who?â
Carla Mae and I excitedly told Tanya and Gloria the story of Constance Gunderson Payne, interrupting each other with all the glamorous details and embroidering a bit on what we already knew. I announced that we had planned to visit her anyway to ask for an autograph. Tanya glared at me. It was just the kind of dramatic announcement she would have loved to make herself.
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