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Show -111- F epp e r.mint Men da y outing. Matt bugged me anyway and now that Barton was gone, Renae had begun flirring with him again. I usually do not do things on impulse. I had surprised myself by even thinking of the dance. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go and I knew there was no one who would ask me. Even if I was pretty, which I wasn't, few freshman girls went to junior proms. Even after all of that logic, I couldn't quit picturing the dress I would like to wear to the dance. I had never seen a dress exactly like it, my mind had just dreamt it up. I guess I got part of the style from the girl in the Easter dress at the speech meet. Mine wouldn't be quit as frilly. Ruffles made me look too young. Mine would be long too, clear to the floor. Floor-length was much more elegant, and besides it would hide my skinny legs. One of the prissy Anderson sisters waited on me at the bank. She had three other sisters in town and they all looked about the same to me. Ma could tell them all apart, but then they were closer to her age. Two of them were in a civic club with her too. Most people just referred to them as the Anderson sisters though. None of them were Andersons anymore either, but their maiden name just stuck. I imagine on occasions their husbands' probably got called Mr. Anderson. Pa would have hated that. Mrs. Anderson, or whatever her married name was, told me I had an additional $17 = 32 interest that could be recorded in my bank book to update it. I could tell she was eager to "update" my book herself, just to make sure it was done correctly. Since I had stopped in on the spur of the moment, I didn't happen to have my book with me. I think that irritated' Mrs. Anderson. She irritated me too. I thought her lipstick was too pink, |
