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wants to go out with me? Would you go out with me if you were him?â
âOy donât start that lezzie business again.â
âJas, I am just asking you to imagine being him and what you would think about me if you were him. I mean, you wouldnât pick Wet Lindsay over me, would you?â
âSheâs got quite nice arms.â
âJas, that is the wrong answer. The correct answer is, âOf course I would choose you every time, Georgia. You gorgey creature.ââ
âWell, if you already know the answer, what is the point of asking me the question?â
âAnd, by the way, what do you mean she hasgot nice arms? Sheâs a stick insect, therefore sheâs got stickey thin stupid arms. And unusually enough for a stick insect, it doesnât stop there; sheâs got a stupid forehead and stupid feet andâ¦â
âIâve not seen her feet unclothed. Have you? When did you see her feet?â
âJas, I donât know that I have seen her feet, but I know that they are sad. Anyway, stop going on and on about her feet. Iâm not interested in her bloody feet.â
âWell, I didnât start the feet business, I was only being polite.â
I slammed down the phone. I may be having a nervy spaz.
Iâd better eat something sweet.
in the kitchen
Nothing to eat, of course.
I must and shall have sugar.
five minutes later
Never have sugar on bread. It is disgusting.
7:30 p.m.
I had better plan what I am going to wear the day that he comes round to see me. It may be the decidingfactor between happinosity and sadnosity.
I must make sure he doesnât see me in my school uniform. It will only remind him that I go to school.
I think I will practice smiling in the mirror.
7:40 p.m.
Oh what larks, I am developing a lurker on my chin. Perfect, it should just be nicely ripening into a massive red pus-filled second chin by Friday.
five minutes later
Typico, I have run out of spot cream. I could squirt some perfume on it, that sometimes works. What does it say in CosmoGIRL! vis-Ã -vis lurker alerts?
five minutes later
Apparently you are supposed to lure out the lurker by encouraging it to come to a head. You should steam the area. With a steaming thing.
ten minutes later
Iâve had my face over a boiling saucepan for the last year and a half and although my face is bright red and dripping with water, the lurker is still lurking there happily.
In Cosmo âs beauty hints it says you can use a poultice to draw it out.
What can I use as a poulticey type thing? It says a muslin bag with herbs and stuff in it.
in the bathroom
I have just looked in the âmedical chestâ and it has got some moldy old oranges, a leg from Libbyâs Pantalitzer doll, and some dried cat poo in it. How disgustingâ¦
in mutti and vatiâs bedroom
Iâve found some corn plasters in a drawer. Maybe they would do as a poultice?
Iâll stick one over the lurker.
one minute later
Well, that is attractive, not.
But who said that love was painless?
one minute later
And who said it involved corn plasters?
8:10 p.m.
God, the lurker is throbbing. I hope the corn plasterpoulticey thing isnât drawing anything else out. I donât want to wake up with no chin.
8:15 p.m.
I may as well be an orphan, for all the notice my family takes of me. They went out gaily laughing and singing years ago, leaving me with a measley fiver for a whole day. Just out scaring people for hours and hours.
I hate them.
Itâs a bit spooky in the house by myself. Even the kittykats are nowhere around. What if an escaped prisoner came in out of the night and broke into the house to get food and so on?
He wouldnât stay long, I can tell you that.
ten minutes later
I never thought the day would come when I would be glad to hear the whine of Vatiâs half-horsepower clown car, but it has.
I scampered up to my bedroom.
one minute later
Loony
Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy