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"Hi, Dawn," Clara Sue said, with a cat-who-has-eaten-the-canary look on her spiteful face. "Shouldn't you have ironed that?"
Everyone laughed.
"I don't know why you did this to me," I fired back in a hard voice as I eyed them all coldly. "But it was a terrible thing to do to someone, especially someone who has just entered your school."
"Who told you I did?" she demanded.
"No one told me. I know."
The girls stared. Clara Sue's big blue eyes narrowed to slits and then widened with an apparent softness. "All right, Dawn," she said in a voice of amnesty. "I guess we broke you into Emerson Peabody. You're forgiven," she said with a queenly gesture. "In fact, you may sit here, if you like. You, too, Louise," she added.
"Thank you," I said. I was determined to mend fences and not disrupt Mrs. Turnbell's precious little school. Louise and I took the two empty seats.
"This is Linda Ann Brandise," Clara Sue said, indicating the taller girl with soft, dark brown hair and beautiful almond-shaped eyes. "And this is Margaret Ann Stanton, Diane Elaine Wilson, and Melissa Lee Norton."
I nodded at all of them and wondered if I was the only girl in the school without a formal middle name.
"Did you just move here?" Clara Sue asked. "You're not a sleep-over, I know."
"Sleep-over?"
"Students who stay in the dorms," Louise explained.
"Oh. No, I live in Richmond. Do you sleep over, Louise?"
"No, but Linda and Clara Sue do. I'm going to get my lunch," Louise declared and then pulled herself up. "Coming, Dawn?"
"I just need to get a container of milk," I said, putting my lunch bag on the table.
"What's that?" Louise asked.
"My lunch. I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." I opened my purse and found my milk money.
"You made your own lunch?" Clara Sue asked. "Why would you do that?"
"It saves money."
Louise stared at me, her watery, pale blue eyes blinking as she struggled to understand.
"Saves money? Why do you want to save money? Did your parents cut off your allowance?" Linda inquired.
"I don't have an allowance. Momma gives me money for milk, but other than that . . ."
"Money for milk?" Linda laughed and looked at
Clara Sue. "What does your father do, anyway?"
"He works here. He's a maintenance supervisor."
"Maintenance?" Linda gasped. "You mean . . . he's a janitor?" Her eyes widened when I nodded. "Uh-huh. Because he works here, my brother, Jimmy, and I get to go to Emerson Peabody."
The girls turned to each other and suddenly laughed.
"A janitor," Clara Sue said, as though she couldn't believe it. They laughed again. "I think we'll let Louise and Dawn have this table," she purred. Clara Sue lifted her tray and stood up. Linda and the others followed suit and started away.
"I didn't know your father was a janitor here," Louise said.
"You never gave me a chance to tell you. He's a supervisor because he's very good at fixing and maintaining all sorts of engines and motors," I said proudly.
