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Show 58 wrong thing, he prayed. "Sure, go ahead if you want to, Jame," he said. Grinning broadly, Jame said, "Nifty! I'll start out right now. When it's time, Andy, you walk down the hill like you're going to the nickelodeon. Then, about nine-thirty, me and Kathleen will meet you on the middle dip of Center Street. No, wait, there's a street light there, so make it the dip below that." Andy agreed, and Jame left, whistling as he walked down Pine Alley. "So that's how things are with Jame, huh?" Andy asked Karl. "He likes your sister." "I guess so. But I don't know how Kathleen feels about Jame," Karl replied. "She never lets on. What are you going to do with yourself, Andy, while you're supposed to be going after Kathleen every night? You can't hang around here, or someone will see you and figure out what's happening." Andy plucked a blade of grass and wound it around his finger. "Oh...I'll just take some little walks along Oak Street," he answered. "Oak Street? Why Oak Street?" Andy placed the blade of grass between his thumbs and blew on it, changing its position until he produced a loud whistle. "Do you know Virginia Ward?" he asked. Karl nodded. Of course he knew Virginia Ward. She'd been in his ninth-grade class last year. "Well, about a month ago, I was coming home from the library one night about nine o'clock, and I cut across Oak Street. The Wards |