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Show Woodworth/94 a feeling like that. It was like little rivulets of excitement going all through my body. Ruth was laughing, and telling some story about something that had happened during the drive home. Dad s t o o d upf a n d a s k e d if a n y o n e . wanted seconds. I wanted more, but I didn't want to stand up. I remembered what you had written me about the dance at Exeter during Christmas, and I was hoping that he would invite me. Then I could get Rachael to go with you, and we could all be there together. Then Dad. asked Michael if he wanted any more, and he said "I'd love some, thank you." Dad/picked up a spoonful of stuffing and said, "Come and get it." So he did, and when he sat down again, he moved his chair over closer to you, so that our legs weren't touching any more. I kept trying to get you to look at me, but you wouldn't. When she wrote Jake after that, she always told him to say hi to Michael, The week before the dance, Jake wrote back and told her that Michael wanted her to come to the dance, and to tell Rachael that he wanted to go with her. At the dance, Michael kept leading her away from Rachael and Jake. They sat in silence until Jake found them, and they all four smoked dope together behind the gym. For Marty and Rachael, it was the first time they had smoked. But Jake dooon't say anything that will embarrass them in front of Michael. When Jake and Rachael leave, Michael kissed her with his tongue, and tasted sugary. She wrote him later, thanking for the weekend. He never wrote back. Four years later, she wrote him again, asking him if he knew of any reason why Jake would want to kill himself, asking him if he thought it was an accident or not, asking him if anyone had found a 1"t_t«r nir a ny-fcti., a*jything that Jake might have written to her. |