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Show -105- Peppermmt Monday tears puddling on my cheeks. Grandma was trying to teach me one of those valuable lessons of life that I hated to be taught. Pa always tried to do the same thing. I always had thought Grandma was above adult preaching. For the first time she was acting like my Grandma. All I wanted her to be was a friend. Even Andrea's sad little glances weren't as bad as moral teaching. Grandma knew I was upset when we left. I kept the box tucked high under my arm, out of sight and out of conversation. It was easy to keep it out of conversation, because Andrea never said a word. She looked at her feet most of the way to her house. There was nothing pretty about her worn out shoes either- It must have been a long walk for both of us. I stuffed the box in the back of my top dresser drawer. It was way at the back, behind the panties and rolled pairs of socks. I sat on my bed for a long time just looking at my losing jar of dandelion jam and the drab poster. I thought a little about Russ, too. In a weird way it was soothing to think about the sad things. I didn't stay sad for long. I was too busy trying to prepare notes for my file. The speech meet was only days away and I still had a lot to do. For impromptu no time was allowed for preparing your talk. You were just given a topic and you talked about it. Mr- Sonders said it was a good idea to collect a lot of quotes, current event clippings from the newspaper, and just trivia to keep on file. Occasionally I went through my file so a lot of different things were swimming around in my mind. Some of it were supposed to be useful when I was at the speech meet. I hoped it would be. I had notes ranging from the middle-east crisis to garden soil. Even with hints for planting gardens fresh on my mind, I didn't want to talk about |
