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holier-than-thou attitude about the whole thing. She has never gotten past her post-adolescent idealistic phase.
    “Faith, I was only kidding. Don’t be so sensitive.”
    “Sorry.” Why was I the one apologizing? “So Margaret, Mom and Dad tell me that you’re too busy to work up here this summer. Is that true?”
    Margaret grabbed one of her long dark braids and tossed it back. She had inherited my father’s complexion; both her skin and hair were fairly brown. The only things that kept us looking like sisters were our similarly sized frame and facial structure.
    “Yeah,” she said. “If I want to keep working with Green Peace, I can’t work here too. I need to keep regular hours. And...” she said, with a smile of anticipation flashed at both my mom and at my dad, “I got a promotion.”
    “That’s great Margaret! What’s the promotion?” My mother beamed.
    Margaret replied. “I’m going to be a team manager. I’ll organize, and perhaps even hire a group of canvassers. I’ll take them out, assign them to an area, and coach them on how to be effective door to door.” She turned her smile my way. “Sort of like teaching, huh Faith?”
    Actually, it was nothing like teaching, seeing as how she wouldn’t have hundreds of assignments to grade each week and lessons to plan, but I didn’t want to sound bitter, so I smiled and nodded my head.
    “That’s great honey. Congratulations. Does anyone want more garlic bread, because I do.” My mom got up to get the extra loaf from the oven.
    “I thought this Green Peace thing was only going to be temporary until you found something in your field,” said my dad.
    “What do you mean Dad? What exactly is my fi eld?” Margaret laughed as she said this. She had a knack for never taking my father’s crabbiness too seriously.
    “Your field is what you majored in, in college.”
    “Dad, I majored in liberal arts. That can be anything. Actually, I was thinking about going back, for marine biology or maybe environmental studies.”
    “How are you going to pay for that?”
    Margaret smiled again and shrugged her shoulders. She turned back to me. “So why don’t you work up here this summer, Faith? I think it would be good for you to get out of Duluth .”
    “Why?”
    “Because. Anything would be better than moping around your apartment, doing nothing all summer but feeling sorry for yourself over the whole Peter and Lacey thing.”
    If I didn’t know Margaret so well I would have been taken aback by her bluntness. But that’s Margaret.
    She continued as she ate. “Why shouldn’t you work up here? What have you got to do that’s better?” I couldn’t answer her.
    “It would be one thing,” said my father, “if you had something else going on. But you don’t. So come work up here. Get your mind off yourself.”
    My head snapped up. “What do you mean, Dad?”
    My dad laughed. “Well, come on Faith. We never put it past you to be a little self important.” Mom and Margaret snickered along with him, and my face fell. Mom must have noticed, because she stopped laughing.
    “Oh Faith, you know we’re only kidding. We’re all worried about you, none of us like seeing you this unhappy.”
    “Okay fine, I’ll work here this summer.” I whined, hating the way I sounded.
    “We don’t want you to work here if you’re going to hate every minute of it.”
    “Mom, I’m not going to hate every minute of it, okay?”
    “No, not okay. If you’re going to work here, great, but don’t go into it with that attitude. Faith, only you can figure out what you want, but I’m telling you, you’ll regret it if you don’t make a change.”
    “So what’s that change going to be, Faith?” My father asked. My eyes darted around the room, as if I could find the answer to his question by looking at my familiar surroundings for the millionth time. All I found was a mounted ferret with one brown eye and one blue (a project someone had left from the summer