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"You really don't have to stay with me," I told
her. "I was all right last night. I'll be all right tonight." "We decided and that's it," she insisted. "I'll be
fine and so will you. We can talk and talk until we
pass out," she said. "We'll be fine."
"I'm afraid I don't have anything really nice for
you to sleep in," I said. "Just cotton pajamas." "That'll do, although I'll probably look like I'm
floating in them. I don't know why I don't grow," she
complained. "I think my hormones went on vacation
right after I turned twelve."
"You're perfect," I said, laughing. "You're ..." "Don't you dare say 'cute,'" she warned me, her
right forefinger jabbing the air.
"Petite," I risked. She turned over the word in
her mind, smirked and sighed.
"I guess I'll look twenty years younger than I
am for the rest of my life. My mother says that's a
blessing I'll first realize the day I turn thirty. But until
then," she said, "it's a curse. C'mon. Let's go hang the
curtains."
We turned off the lights and started up the
stairs.
"Maybe you'll read me one of your mother's
letters afterward," she said. "Unless you think they're
just too personal."
"I don't know what they are," I replied. Then
after thinking a moment, I added, "After the things we
told each other at Doctor Marlowe's and after what
we've pledged to each other, nothing's too personal
anymore, anyway."
She paused and looked at me on the stairs. "That's how I feel," she said, "only it's nice to
hear you say it. It's nice to know you believe it." "I do," I said.
