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Show Fair Forever 7 82 On the third morning of her visit, I found Amanda eating a big pile of pancakes at the table. Her cheeks were stuffed like, a chipmunk, and syrup dripped from her lower... lip. She saw me staring and she tried her best not to laugh. Mom was surprised, too. And pleased. 7 can make more,' she volunteered. 'Good thing!' I said, still panting from my walk down the stairs. 'Otherwise, I'd starve to death.' Mom sat me at the table and Amanda gulped another mouthful. She shoved over the serving plate, still heaped with pancakes. 'Sorry. I never eat pancakes at home,' she said. 'These are fabulous!' I took a pancake and poured on some syrup. Mom continued to beam, saying, 'When your mom arrives, Saturday, I'll make some more.' That's when Amanda froze, staring straight at me. She dropped her fork, and I shook my head. I didn't want her to , explain about her mom. She didn't. - After\thdt, she lost her appetite. She studied her plate, pushing a few scraps around. Mom didn't seem to notice. Amanda watched while I ate, impatient for me to finish, and when I did, the girl jumped up and cleared the dishes. Then she rushed off to the porch, returning with my wheelchair, .''••:'- . 'Time for a haircut!' she announced, like she was announcing a party. , Mom helped me into the wheelchair with a great big smile, pushing me back to the porch while Amanda hurried to her room. When she returned, she held a towel and a comb and scissors. Those girls had the whole thing planned. Leaving us on the porch, Mom returned to the kitchen while Amanda wrapped the towel around me and began to |
