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"But Mom, she wanted it to be a surprise I wouldn't have told you today, but I think it's not very polite for people to drop in out of the blue I knew you'd want to get ready, look pretty, tidy up the house"

Funny kind of look she gave him "In other words, I

don't look my best now, and my house is messy?"

Jory smiled with all that charm I hated "Mom, you're always pretty, you know that, but too skinny, and too pale You've got to eat reat novels aren't written in a feeeks"

Later on that same day I followed Jory out into the yard, then I hid in my special hideaway place to spy on Mo hateful Cindy in her baby swing Never letanywhere, so why couldn't everybody give up and leave me alone?

"Jory, it's sometimes a torment to hear your ballet music and not be able to dance and express all the ehten up and cringe inside I yearn to dance, and thesavesas oing to have the ability to please er son"

"Aw, heck, Mom," said Jory with his dark blue eyes sad and worried too, "he's only a little boy who doesn't knohat he wants I know so on in his mind "

I wasn't weird They were the weird ones, thinking dancing and stupid fairy tales , queen and God alhty

"Jory, I give as much of myself to Bart as I can I try to show affection and he pulls away Then he's running away fro His psychiatrist says he's torn between hatingme And I'll tell you this in confidence: his behavior isn't helping me recover from my accident"

Left then Heard enough Good time to sneak into her bedrooes Stuffed in my shirt drawer I had the ones John Amos had read and returned, so I put those back and took some new ones

In es I sat down to read Stupid Cindy was laughing and squealing while her two adoring slaves pushed her into the air Boy, wish I had the chance to swing her I'd push so hard she'd sail right over the white wall and end up in the swi pool next door The pool that never had any water

Reading Mo "The Road to Riches," read the title of one of her chapters Was that girl really my own oing to be locked up in one bedroom?

Read on until the day grew old and the fog came in and smothered me

Got up and went inside the house, thinking about another title in her book "The Attic" What a wonderful place to hide things I stared at Mo him about his pretty nurses, and had he found so blonde of twenty or so?"

He appeared hurt "I wish you wouldn't make a joke out of my devotion Cathy, don't provoke ive all I can to you because I love you with a passion I recognize as idiotic"