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"Nice," he said instead

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"What's that ht Harley I don't understand Why doesmake it impossible to understand my uncle and you and your mother?"

"Let's not talk about it today Summer," he pleaded "It's your special day I'll help hat's left to be done, and then I'll go hoo in and I'll put on the clothes you picked out and I'll sit quietly with my hair neatly brushed and eat and"

"And dance and have fun" I insisted

"Okay" he said "Put one et the rest"

"Why is it everyone is so bossy here?" he moaned and started out

I piled up the re cartons and followed him Sometimes Harley could make me feel just like a wire about to snap I wished I could just screaone

When we got to the tables, we opened the cartons and started to put the favors on the tables Beside the printed napkins, cups and plates Daddy had a coirls with the date of my birthday on the top; T- shirts with a picture of the lake and today's date under it and a pen and pencil set for everyone with my dates on them as well

"Not bad" Harley said as he unloaded the cartons "It pays to be a friend of Sulory"

"I told you to tell me who you wanted to invite from your school Harley," I reive Mommy and me any names and addresses"

"Right"

"Well, didn't I ask you?"