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Gratuitous Love Scene
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Interlude: Gratuitious Love Scene


Friday Evening

"You won't need to contact me," I said.

"What if there's an emergency?" asked Janie.

"Like what?"

"What if your mom calls and needs to get a hold of you?"

With my back to her I rolled my eyes. "Look, I don't have the number off the top of my head. Cindy is right down the hall. If there's an emergency, she can give you her aunt's phone number."

I grabbed my backpack and stepped out. I was hardly dressed for my little outing, but I couldn't get all dolled-up as if for a date and risk Janie getting suspicious and turning me in to Standards again. I had no intention of coming back to BYU after this year, but it would be inconvenient to get expelled and wind up not being able to transfer my credits.

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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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