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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 101 one last party, because next year we joined three other elementary schools in the junior high and everything would be changed. The party is scheduled for the last Friday of the summer, the Friday before school starts. I also know her mother because Linda and I were both Russian dancers in the sixth grade pageant. We had to wear red shirts and our overshoes. I don't want to order root beers from Denise and settle down with Butch to talk baseball until they leave, but Butch orders two frosties right away. Linda also bothers me in an exactly specific way because the day of our last lesson in math, she asked me if she could borrow my algebra book. She only had it a moment, but when I opened it in math, I found the little blue note: "You're the cutest boy in our class." "Hello Lawrence," Mrs. Aikens says to my back. "Hello, Mrs. Aikens." "Are you getting ready for school?" Linda is right behind her mother, but she doesn't speak or look at me. "Not really." "It must be exciting, going to a new school. Linda's looking forward to junior high." I don't know what to say. But it comes out: "Yeah, I am too." Butch hasn't even turned around to look at them. And when they leave, I expect just a bit of razing, but he's going forward. |