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better do it, he said, or he would get put in the

doghouse

"'Do you want house?' he

asked me

"Of course I shook my head, my face frill of

terror at just the thought ofhim into

trouble, and he laughed and looked at me with the

softest face I have ever seen him have, even softer

than when he looks at you Yes, much softer," she

happily concluded with firm nods

I couldn't speak Her face was so close to mine

now that she frightened me and I was afraid of

interrupting I could see the tiny freckles under her

eyelids and a light, small birthmark otherwise hidden

under a corner of her nostril