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Show 66. the UFO was now three weeks behind them and in the last few days things seemed to be returning to normal. Thank God, JD sighed. The headaches had gone away. And the nightmares were less frequent. They were just as real when they came, however, stalking through the night walls of his room. "You finally caught up with your hours at work?" his father broke into his thoughts. "Finally," he answered. "I'm off all day today. Gayle and I may drive out to Dougan's to see if they'll let us ride horses for awhile." "Have you done anything about that scholarship application?" Addie asked. "Not yet." "You need the scholarship, JD." "You can say that again." The amount he owed on the car, 970.88, flashed to mind. Where responsibility was concerned, he wished he could trade places with Stephanie. Fifteen was pure paradise. The only money he'd needed then was for a movie or a weekend game of pool with Chic. Maybe, he thought, depressed by it all, "his time had come" as his dad was forever predicting. "Gayle1s rich daddy can pay every penny of her tuition," Stephanie needled. "Working in a bank doesn't automatically make you rich," JD sneered. "All that money in the First National isn't his to spend, you know." "I'm not that dumb! But everyone knows the Evanses are . . ." she struck a fancy pose, "well off!" It came out sounding like a social disease. "So?" JD got up to refill his juice glass. Stephanie could be snotty when it came to Gayle. "Anyway," he went on. "They asked me to dinner." "They what?" his mother looked shocked. "To dinner? At their house?" "Uh huh." "Ooh, neat!" Stephanie gloated. "Remember what you have to eat. I want a Julia Child description of every crumb." |
