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Show Peppermint Monday much. " I t ' s from Barton." That came as a suprise to me. Although I had never considered Barton as much of a hunk, girls like Renae did. Somewhere in Cleveland, there had to be a girl like Renae. I couldn't believe he didn't have better things to do than write to Renae Todd in Missouri. I couldn't believe he didn't have better friends to spend his time with. Besides that, he hadn't written ma as much as a thank you note. Ma had put up with a lot more of his dullness than Renae had. She pulled the pages out of the envelope, all six of them. For a dreadful minute I thought she was going to read the letter to us. Instead, she clutched the pages against her chest as if they were hundred dollar bills. "I'm so excited," Renae giggled. I think Andrea and I had figured that out by ourselves. Renae was jumping around like some hyperactive kangaroo and giggling awful loud. Some senior girls on our table were watching the whole scene with smirks on their faces. Renae didn't notice, or if she did she didn't mind. She probably enjoyed the attention. "What does Barton say?" Andrea had a smirk too. I didn't see how everyone around could just smile. I was embarrassed. "Oh, you know. Just personal stuff." I didn't know. I never got letters with personal stuff in them. My letters were from Aunt Georgia, asking about school and saxophone lessons. Even when I had had my pen pal, she never got personal. We didn't write long enough to find out much about each other, except that we were incompatible. Andrea giggled as if she understood. Every time I thought Andrea was finally growing up, she'd start her childish giggling again. I was |