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Show in my father's h^uwe/ 342 he watched through the window to see that I was not visited by boys. When I went on dates, he made sure that I was not going with someone who owned a car. One night he took me for a drive. "You know I'm not a really strict person like Daddy. I've kissed a few girls in my lifetime, and I'll probably kiss a few more. But I want you to be careful about who you get involved with, Jeannie. I'm not saying like Mom always does that you should 'save your kisses for the boy you marry,' but the boys literally swarm around you. You've got to be careful not to cast your pearls before swine." I nodded to signify my comprehension. But I was utterly unable to determine who was swine. Was Brian, although he had only kissed me twice? Were the other boys who invited me to parties or called or stopped by my house? Why, then, did I feel such delicious panic around Brian, as though I was about to fall beneath a spell as heady as moonlight and lilacs, while I was in full control around the other, slower boys who tried to kiss me all the time? When we got home from our drive, my father and mother were waiting at the window. "We were worried," my father said. "You shouldn't keep your sister out so late at night." A shadow fell across Saul's face, and I knew that the old strife had not dissolved. The night Saul caught me babysitting and watching television with Brian at my side, he grounded me for two weeks. Despite my outward protestations, I was secretly grateful that someone had drawn limits for me, the limits I did not know how to |