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Show Inside Out, 197 I skipped to keep up with her. "Please," I said. "I was stupid. Please forgive me." She turned to me, furious. "Is that what I am to you? Mopey and dramatic? Is that all you see when you look at my friends? My friends. As in, people who care about me. People who don't judge me." She turned and started walking again. "Terra, you've got to forgive me," I/said. "Don't you ever say stupid things you don't really mean? Because you're nervous?" "Not to people I care about," she said. She turned and walked away. What should I do? Had I permanently blown it? I had to talk to Joseph! At home, Leslie's parents had arrived for Thanksgiving. They were sitting in the living room drinking tea. The whole house smelled like turkey already because Leslie was simmering turkey broth on the stove. Although Dad wasn't home yet, Paul had gotten out of school early and was trying to get a large man-obviously Bill-to play checkers with him. "Andli! It's so good to see you!" shrieked Emma, Leslie's mother. She was just as gorgeous as Leslie and didn't look anywhere near as old as she probably was. I imagined she had probably had a face-lift since I had seen her last. She jumped up and hugged me. "This is my handsome husband, Bill," she said. Bill shifted, like he wanted to get up to shake my hand, then threw his hands in the air. "Can't move like I used to," he said, offering his hand from where he sat. "Forgive me for not getting up." "It's nice to meet you, Bill," I said. "And you too, chickie," he said, his eyes crinkling like he liked a good laugh. I actually kind of liked him. |