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Show Inside Out, 6 Dad is pretty happy now. I guess you'd be glad about that Leslie's OK, I guess. I'm trying to like her. She's just s o . . . perky. And I'm kinda tired of how nice she's being. I mean, is this really for real? Paul likes her a lot I don't think he remembers you very much. But I try to remind him sometimes. Sophie adores her. Salt Lake is OK. Granite High isn't much different from Park City High. Same kinds of kids in the same kinds of groups. Dad let me read your journals a few months ago, when all the wedding stuff was going on. I hope you don't mind. It helps me to know you in the ways that I didn't when you were here. I read how I used to scream when I was a baby. I read how proud you were when Sophie won the Young Writer's scholarship. I'm going to try to win it this year. I'm still drawing a lot too. I miss you. I hate drunk drivers. Love always, Andli And then I hit SEND, for no reason at all. Of course I got an error. I stared at the error message for a while, thinking about the time in fourth grade when I told Mom about the fifth grade boy who kissed me behind the cement tunnel on the playground. That night, after I fell asleep, Mom snuck into my room and put Hershey's kisses all over my bed and the floor of my room, just to make me laugh about it in the morning. Mom had loved to laugh. One time on April Fool's Day she put paper in the pancakes. Another April Fool's, she taped up my doorway with plastic wrap so that I |