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Show 110 "Let's all go down to Mae's-just us five! " said Ada when class broke up. She had been doing a lot of whispering. "Just us five! One, two, three, four, five, " she counted, including everybody but Lasca and I. 'Just us five "headed in the direction of Mae's like pretty little sheep. Lasca and I left in the opposite direction, our chests on the verge of breaking with hurt, our feet wooden with shock. "Lasca, won't you speak to me?" I implored. Lasca was silent. "Lasca, what are you mad at? I'm not mad at you." Silence. "Lasca, when they said not to speak to you, I spoke. Remember?" Silence. "Lasca, why don't we be friends? Why don't you come to my house to play? " Silence. We parted ways; she went to her sister's who lived in town, and I went home. I burst into the house at the instant I could no longer contain my sobs, and raced to fling myself on the bed. Mama tried to soothe me. "What's the matter with me, Mama?" I asked in anguish. "You're thirteen. That's all that's the matter. When I was thirteen-" but I wasn't interested in that, and not comforted. Pretty soon here came Lasca, her face hanging in shame. Her sister, Grace, had talked to her, |