EXMORMON
Cindy and Amy's door was open, so I stepped in. "Are you ready to go?" I asked.
"Yeah," said Amy, "but you're not. Look at this hair!"
The short part had grown out sufficiently that I was able to cut it all to match, but I didn't really know what to do with it. Quick as a flash Amy worked in some gel, and with a few strokes of her magic hairbrush she had me looking as if I'd cut my hair that way on purpose and not just on a lark. Then she looked me over and added a few dabs of make-up.
Looking in the mirror I was stunned by the difference her contribution made over what I had done for myself. I began to think maybe I was wrong to think that poring over beauty magazines was a boring waste of time, but on the other hand it was probably just that Amy had a special talent that I would never attain even with years of study and practice.
Cindy excitedly saw us off as we danced our way to Aunt Julie's house.
Aunt Julie welcomed us in with her usual complicit giggles, and tried to feed us some cookies and milk as we waited. She was so like a twelve-year-old when it came to talking about boys that it made our little story about how she just liked to have slumber parties with us seem all the more credible.
In no time the doorbell rang. We answered it, and Jake and Rex greeted us.
Amy immediately rushed up to Jake and embraced him and kissed him like the established couple they were, leaving me awkwardly looking at my shoes wondering what I should do.
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