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Show Peppermint Monday or magic. Without exciting kiddy props, what kind of party could she have? It would probably be dull. "Well," she said impatiently. "Aren't you?" "Yeah, I guess I am curious." "So," Andrea paused looking more at her nibbled fingernails than at me. "What should we do?" "We should go." I said it a lot stronger than I felt it. It wasn't as if we could just ride the ribboned pony and go home. This was a slumber party. We had to stay for the whole night. We might feel out of place with Renae and her usual crowd. "Oh, good. I was afraid you wouldn't go. You're the reason I was invited." "Maybe you would have been invited anyway. After all you're Matt's sister." I hated going to a party when my cousin was the reason I was invited. It didn't seem to matter to Andrea. Just being a Carson got her a lot of invitations. Matt paved her way to a lot of places. "Renae never invited me to a slumber party before. She must like Barton more than she doss Matt." "Your pa's a farmer. Barton's is a politician. That's the difference." "I guess you're right." Andrea looked out the window of the bus and chewed her ring fingernail. She had such straight, even teeth. Even after braces mine would never look like that. Neither of us talked the rest of the ride home. I listened to some of the older boys talk about motorcycles. I think Andrea was daydreaming about the party. Russ was bored. I could tell that the minute I walked in the door. Cheddar was on my bathrobe nearby. Ma would have been upset if she'd seen my robe in |