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hospital. She tried to get me to watch it with her by telling me I would learn a lot of medical information.
    "And you do think you want to be a doctor someday, Crystal," she emphasized. "So you'll learn a lot."
    "I'll learn more from reading," I told her. I saw it made her unhappy, but I felt as if I was overdosed on soap operas and television in general. At the orphanage, if I watched two shows a week, that was a lot. I knew most of the other kids my age thought I was weird because I'd rather read a book or work on the computer than watch their favorite nighttime shows, but that's how I was.
    It was also a beautiful day, and I couldn't see myself wasting it closed up in the living room with the glow of a television screen on my eyes. This was actually my favorite time of the year. Summer was fading fast, and the air had the feel of the soon-to-be crisp autumn days. It smelled fresher, looked clearer. Without the humidity and high temperatures, I felt more energetic. I was even restless sitting and reading.
    "Hi," I heard someone say, and looked up to see a girl about my age with long, sunflower-yellow hair standing at our front gate. She wore a pair of baggy shorts and a T-shirt with half moons all over it. A pair of long silver earrings with tiny blue and green stones dangled from her ears. "I live over there," she said, pointing to a house across the street.
    "Hi," I said, and tried to remember if I'd seen her around the neighborhood.
"You just moved in with Karl and Thelma, right? I heard about it," she said before I could respond. She tossed some strands of her hair back over her shoulder as if she were tossing away a candy wrapper. "My name's Helga. I think we're going to be in the same class. You're going into tenth?"
"Yes. I'm Crystal," I said.
"Helga and Crystal. They'll think we're sisters." She giggled. She put all her weight on her right leg. From where I was sitting, it looked as if she was leaning against an imaginary wall. "What are you reading?"
"Lord of the Flies. It's on our English reading list this year' I said.
"How do you know that?"
"I asked when I registered, and they gave me the list," I told her.
She grimaced, bounced her weight to her left leg and then back to her right, which I would discover later was something she habitually did when she was confused or annoyed.
"You're doing schoolwork already?" she whined. "Why not?" I shrugged. "I like being ahead."
"You must be a good student," she said, lingering at the gate. She sounded disappointed.
"Aren't you?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"I get C's and sometimes B's. As long as I don't get D's and F's, my parents don't bug me. Did you live with some other family last year?" she followed quickly.
"No," I said.
She stared at me as if she was building the courage to ask another question.
"I lived in an orphanage," I explained
"Oh. Did you have any brothers or sisters you had to leave behind or who got adopted into other families?"
"No," I said, "but I've seen that happen, and it's not pleasant?'
She smiled. "I hope you don't mind me being nosy. My mother says it's a family character trait. As soon as we hear or see something that's not really our business, we perk up and stick our ears out. She says our family was the inspiration for the first spies."
I laughed.
"You want to go for a walk? I'll show you the neighborhood," she said.
"Okay," I said, standing. I paused for a moment and looked back at the front door.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm just wondering if I should tell my mother." "Your mother? Oh, they make you check in and out?"
"No."
"So? We're just going down the street?'
I nodded. Since I didn't expect to be away long, I decided not to interrupt her soap opera.
It wasn't until I walked up to Helga that I realized she was at least three inches taller than I was. She had patches of tiny freckles over the crests of her cheeks, and it looked as if someone had dotted them with a ballpoint peiiin light brown ink
"Those are pretty thick glasses you're