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Show Feo-termin \- 1-iL-aUaj bawled most of the time I was there. She couldn't believe I was letting them take me. I don't know what she expected me to do. I wasn't going by choice. Matt even looked a little sad. I would miss him. I would miss his curls and flirting smiles. I would miss his car spinning rocks by our house. Only it wouldn't be our house anymore. Someone else would • live there. Some strange family would live in our house and plant flowers by our dogwood tree. Maybe one of them would have a green thumb and could make pa's hopeless garden produce. A few families came to look at our house. I hadn't been too worried about selling our house right away because Mr. Todd was gone. A fat man from Branson was our Realtor. He was a smooth talker, much smoother than Mr- Todd had ever been. The third family he brought to see the Fiouse decided to buy. We couldn't put it off any longer. We had to move right away. The man was going to be the new bank teller. He was tall and thin with a yellow mustache that needed clipping. His wife was plain looking and already gray. I could understand why. She had four boys, all of them in elementary school. I couldn't imagine one of those loud boys in my purple room. Purple was a color for a teenage girl, not a destructive boy. Ma's new rust carpet would be stained and matted within the month. The only home I had ever known would be abused. We left the Ozarks on a hot, summer day. A moving van had left earlier with most of our belongings but the car was crowded too. I was quiet, trying to memorize every little detail to think about later. I watched everything familiar slide slowly past my ear window. I watched Grandma Ruby's small house disappear- I saw Andrea running after one of the twins. That was the way I would always remember her, chasing a dirty- |