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Show Twisters . . . 63 It took a little more coaxing, but we finally got Smiley up on the sofa, grasping the coils in both hands and looking scared. "Spiderman!" Arthur whispered before I punched him. Thank goodness for Stacey, who was hanging half-way in now, saying all the right things. I don't think Smiley would have tried it for Arthur and me alone. The two of us stood on the sofa below, Arthur on one side, me on the other, boosting her from behind as she started on up. The situation suddenly struck Smiley as being very funny. "I'm not going to believe I did this!" she said in this giggly voice as she reached for another hand hold. "When I wake up, I'll just know I never did this." And then "Push!" she sang out. We pushed. We also had to take turns getting her shoes in the next spring coil up. On she went, six inches at a time, "Here comes Sir Edmund Hilary!" she announced better than half-way, Arthur and I cracked up, "Keep coming! You're almost here," cool Stacey said at the top. Once there Smiley paused, teetered dangerously as she tried to see out of the window past Stacey. "Oh lord, I hope the whole neighborhood isn't out there to see me kill myself." "I'm the only one here," Stacey said, "and you're doing great!" Stacey had a good grip on Smiley's shoulders now. "One more step ought to do it, Mrs. Smiley, Can you take one more step?" Using the push-pull method, it took all three of us to get her out of that little rectangular window. Tiny as she is, she claimed to have dropped tern pounds during the process, but the only thing she lost that |
