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Since we kept the windows open, I knew Id hear if the phone rang. Horse Nice Arse Poster I slathered myself with sunscreen first, and then two layers of tanning oil. I didnt know if it was an oxymoron or what, but better safe than sorry was how I figured it. I set myself up with a little station of cherry Kool-Aid in an old water bottle, plus a radio, plus sunglasses, and magazines. The sunglasses were a pair that Susannah had bought me years ago. Susannah loved to buy presents. When she went off for errands, shed come home with presents. Little things, like this pair of red heart sunglasses she said I just had to have. She knew just what Id love, things I hadnt even thought of, had certainly never thought of buying. Things like lavender foot lotion, or a silk quilted pouch for tissues. My mother and Susannah had left early that morning for one of their art gallery trips to Dyerstown, and Conrad, thank God, had left for work already.

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Jeremiah was still asleep. The house was mine. The idea of tanning sounds so fun in theory. Laying out, soaking up sun and sipping on soda, falling asleep like a fat cat. But then the actual act of it is kind of tedious and boring. And hot. I would always rather be floating in an ocean, catching sun that way, than lying down sweating in the sun. They say you get tanner faster when youre wet, anyhow. But that morning I had no choice. Horse Nice Arse Poster In case Cam called, I mean. So I lay there, sweating and sizzling like a piece of chicken on a grill. It was boring, but it was a necessity. Just after ten, the phone rang. I sprang up and ran into the kitchen. Hello? I said breathlessly. Hi, Belly. Its Mr. Fisher. Oh, hi, Mr. Fisher, I said. I tried not to sound too disappointed. He cleared his throat.

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So, hows it going down there? Pretty good. Susannahs not home, though. She and my mom went to Dyerstown to visit some galleries. I see. . . . How are the boys?Good . . . I never knew what to say to Mr. Fisher. Conrads at work and Jeremiahs still asleep. Do you want me to wake him up?No, no, thats all right. There was this long pause, and I scrambled to think of something to say. Are you, um, Horse Nice Arse Poster coming down this weekend? I asked. No, not this weekend, he said. His voice sounded really far away. Ill just call back later. You have fun, Belly. I hung up the phone. Mr. Fisher hadnt been down to Cousins once yet. He used to come the weekend after the Fourth, because it was easier getting away from work after the holiday. When he came, hed fire up the barbecue all weekend long, and hed wear his apron that said chef knows best .

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So, hows it going down there? Pretty good. Susannahs not home, though. She and my mom went to Dyerstown to visit some galleries. I see. . . . How are the boys?Good . . . I never knew what to say to Mr. Fisher. Conrads at work and Jeremiahs still asleep. Do you want me to wake him up?No, no, thats all right. There was this long pause, and I scrambled to think of something to say. Are you, um, coming down this weekend? I asked. No, Horse Nice Arse Poster not this weekend, he said. His voice sounded really far away. Ill just call back later. You have fun, Belly. I hung up the phone. Mr. Fisher hadnt been down to Cousins once yet. He used to come the weekend after the Fourth, because it was easier getting away from work after the holiday. When he came, hed fire up the barbecue all weekend long, and hed wear his apron that said chef knows best .
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