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Timmy and the twins will have togo to bed, and then I will get to have Paige all to myself.
    I will show her my new Rainbow Sparkle stuff, and she will tell me all about hers. (I tried to see if Paige brought any of her own Rainbow Sparkle things by peeking in the green sequined duffel bag that Dad placed on Paige’s mattress, but I couldn’t see inside the bag without taking everything out first, and I did not think Paige would like that much.) She will tell me all about fifth grade, and about what it’s like to not have any brothers or sisters, and maybe she will let me try on her click-clack boots. If she does, I will give her some of my gummy bears, because that only seems fair.
    Plus, when I have Paige all to myself, I will explain to her that I want to be called Mandy and not Manda, because Manda does not have a curlicue y in it, so what is the point? I am surePaige will listen to me when those loud twins and Timmy aren’t around.
    â€œMandy, are you in your room?” Dad’s voice rings up the stairs.
    â€œYes,” I call back.
    â€œWhy are you up there by yourself?” he asks. “Come hang out with us.”
    â€œI’m waiting for Paige,” I call. “Is she coming up soon?” I hear Dad speaking to someone downstairs, but he is talking too softly for me to understand.
    â€œOkay, she’s headed up now,” Dad finally calls back, and I hear faint footsteps on the stairs. Seconds later Paige appears in my doorway, and I bounce my behind on my Rainbow Sparkle comforter with happiness.
    â€œIt’s about time,” I tell her. “I have been waiting all night. What color are your pajamas?”
    â€œUm, I forget what I packed,” Paige answers. She kneels next to her duffel bag and beginstaking her stuff out. “Why do you want to know?”
    â€œBecause I will wear whatever color pajamas you are wearing,” I explain. “And then we will look just like sisters.”
    â€œOoh, that’s fun,” Paige says. “I’ve always wanted a sister.”
    â€œMe too,” I say.
    â€œYou have a sister,” Paige points out. “Samantha.”
    â€œThat does not count,” I explain. “I only want an older sister, like if you were my sister. You know, I got click-clack shoes too, just like you, only mine are not boots. And I love the handbag you gave me because it has fringe and gemstones so I carry it to—”
    â€œMy pajamas are pink,” Paige interrupts me, pulling a pink pair of leggings and a huge pink sweatshirt out of her bag. “And they’re fabulous.” She stands up and changes into them right in front of me, in her underwear and everything, asif she really were my sister. I pop off of my bed and over to my dresser, and I root around in my pajama drawer. Maybe Mom saved some of my old pink nightgowns that I told her to throw out because I do not wear pink things. I dig all the way to the bottom of the drawer, and I find blue and purple and yellow and red and green pajamas, but nothing pink.
    â€œI don’t have any pink pajamas.” I turn around to face Paige. “Can’t you wear something else?”
    â€œThese are all I brought,” she says. “But don’t worry, it’s not a big deal.”
    â€œWell, what should I wear?” I ask her. “You can pick.”
    Paige shrugs. “It really doesn’t matter to me,” and I do not understand why she does not care, because I think it is a very important question. I choose my nightgown with palm trees on it and throw it on top of my bed, thenI step onto Paige’s mattress to start bouncing.
    â€œSo did you bring any of your Rainbow Sparkle stuff with you?” I ask her.
    â€œI don’t really like Rainbow Sparkle anymore,” Paige says. “And can you stop bouncing on my bed? It’s making me nauseous.”
    â€œBut it’s like a trampoline,” I explain, still bouncing.