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"Because they have to fix their hair and their

faces and look presentable. Actually, young men do

the same thing."

He thought for a moment and looked down at

himself still dressed in his pajamas, bathrobe and

slippers.

"Okay.I'll brush my hair and meet you here in

a few minutes!" he exclaimed and scurried off. I

laughed and got out of bed. I washed my face free of

sleep, and brushed my hair a little, knowing that

Momma would never leave her room looking like I

did. But Momma wasn't always right, I thought. More

than ever, I was thinking that now. I put on my robe

and found Troy waiting impatiently for me in my

sitting room. He seized my hand the moment I

appeared and led me downstairs. Then he attacked the

presents. Mrs. Hastings appeared behind me,

laughing.

"Merry Christmas," she said.

"Merry Christmas."

"I'll see about breakfast, if you'd like," she offered. "Thank you, Mrs. Hastings. Let's hope we can pry him away from the gifts long enough to eat," I added. I knelt down beside Troy and helped him

unwrap his presents first.

His biggest present was his own television set.

There was one in the den, but now he would have one

for his own room.

"I've got to get it up to my room," he said

excitedly.

"Wait. There's time for that, Troy. Look at the

other gifts first."

"Okay. And you look at yours, too. I gave you

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