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The door jerked open and a short-- ht brown curly hair nearly fell into the rooe suitcase and her troht, flower print onepiece dress that looked like it could double for a tent, a pair of blue sandals and no socks, along with a turquoise shell necklace that nearly reached her waist and one ht ear She hite lipstick that looked like candle wax, and she had a splatter of freckles running down from each temple Otherwise, her face eet and soft with very small, dainty features in perfect proportion, and her very prettily shaped brown eyes were the color of fresh walnut shells

"Sorry," she said She paused and looked around the roo"

I thought anything would be a big room to her, even a walk-in closet

"Hi," I said "I'm Summer Clarke"

"I know You know I'ht?"

"I do now," I said s "Why are you so late? You missed orientation"

"My ether When you look up disorganized in the dictionary, her face is next to the definition If she didn't havecare of her business books, she would be closed ages ago"

"What does your mother do?"

"She has the Full-Moon Cafe, a very popular place in Richmond Kentucky"

"Is she here?" I asked looking past her into the hallway and wondering why no one had helped Sarah with her things

"No She had to start for the airport because she's alht home as it is"

Sarah lifted her suitcase with two hands It was al as she was I juht in her trombone and closed the door

"What's yours?" she asked

"Mine?"

"Instrument?"