“Oh my goodness! El, have you heard about the spring dance yet?” my best friend Kitty squeals. I love my friend dearly, but sometimes she tends to be a bit too enthusiastic about things- or maybe I’m just to too dry.
“What about it?” I ask.
“Its girl’s pick! Sadie Hawkins! Who are you going to ask? Have you decided yet?”
“How could I have decided yet?” I laugh. “you just told me about it two seconds ago. My brain doesn’t process that quickly.”
“Well you don’t have to be rude, you know.” she pouts.
I roll my eyes and laugh. “You’re so dramatic. So who are you thinking of asking? I can tell you already have one picked out. You’re too excited.”
“Oh I don’t know,” she says casually “ I was thinking of Billy Peterson from my English class. He’s really cute. Or that Jack guy that works at the drug store. He’s so mysterious!”
“Kitty, we are in high school, he can’t be too mysterious,” I laugh again.
“So have you decided yet? You better not wait too long all the good picks will be snatched up and you’ll be left with Buck Tooth Bobby or someone…”
We walk to our last class of the day - Economics- which I hate. You would think with my dad being a politician and all I would be a little on top of things economically, but am I? Of course not. That would be too easy. And lord knows I always have to do things the hard way. So instead of whizzing through a class most kids think I should be able to sleep through, I’m barely dragging through with a C. I ’m listening to my teacher drone on and on about how the economy relates to our lives, or something equally as boring when I feel something scratch my elbow. This is Kitty’s way of passing me a note. She leans up on her desk all casually and scratches my elbow with her pencil. I then pretend to scratch my back at an awkward angle and she slips the note into my hand - it has worked flawlessly for the past three years. I must say, we are quite brilliant for cooking it up. I unfold the note on my desk, smoothing the wrinkles with my palm and read what she has scribbled across the top of the page.
Are you going to buy a new dress? I’m just going to wear
my blue velvet with the white trim. But I know you probably
will go shopping, so I want to go with you! It will be fun
even if I do not get anything.
Kitty’s family is not poor, but they are not wealthy either. She has five brothers and sisters and most of their money probably goes to feeding all the mouths. She never complains, but I always get the feeling that she feels a little sad when she wears the same ol’ things again and again and I always have the latest things at M.M. Cohen’s. I write down my answer and toss the folded paper over my left shoulder when my teacher turns his back. We decide to go down town the department store the next day after school.
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