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Show -41- Peppermint Monday like whether old Jake would kill me or not. My newest jeans didn't even have back pockets. "You are going to the dance aren't you? Russ is in bed by eight, isn't he?" "Yeah, probably." Pa allowed me to go to school dances and activities. Even Jason went to those. Even if pa had said no, we'd have gone anyway. "Let's plan on it then." Andrea smiled, the lecturing over. I didn't blame her for getting a little annoyed with me. I hadn't been much fun lately. I nodded and smiled back. By the Spring Festival old Jake's meeting would be behind me. If I made it through that, I could think about the dance. Saturday was a beautiful day. It was refreshing to walk through the hills surrounded by wild goldenrod, shooting stars, and occassional asters. Flowers were everywhere;wild and free. Just like Old Jake. Even with such a beautiful day, I would have preferred my usual Saturday chores, than a spring walk to old Jake's shack. True, it was a clean shack, but still far from modern or civilized. Jake was far from modern, civilized, or friendly. I wondered if he was forgiving, or if he carried a grudge. I bet he did. It struck me kind of funny that ma had never asked if I knew how to get to old Jake's. She just took it for granted I did. Maybe she knew we'd been snooping around his place, or maybe she just guessed kids could find out things like that. I wish I didn't know where it was. It would have been nice to just wander in the hills awhile and tell ma I couldn't find it. It had been hard enough to find the day Jason and I were looking for it. Maybe I could just sort of forget the right fork, and take a few |