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left the room to do some other work.
    Just before Steph started her story, guess who came into the story room? I could hardly believe it. Stacey came in with her little sister. They curled up together on a beanbag and when Stacey saw me she gave me a smile. What do you think of that, God? Stacey coming to listen to Stephanie? Amazing.
    Then Steph began to read. Her voice is soft, so you have to listen carefully, but she also uses her hands and her eyes grow big and fill her whole face. The story of the brown bear and the pussycat was just so beautiful. I was really concentrating, God, because I didn’t want to miss a word.
    The pussycat became lost as a kitten, when she jumped out of a big logging truck on a highwayin Canada. A brown bear took her home and brought her up with her bear cubs. In the beginning the bear cubs teased her. They thought she was a very ugly-looking bear cub. In the summer she romped through the grassy hills with the mother bear and cubs. Every week, Steph tells the adventures the cat has with the cubs, and how she forms a special relationship with Sharmi, the smallest of the cubs. They share their food, and jump out from behind trees at one another and roll in the buttercups that fill the valley in summer.
    But Winter comes, and with it snow and ice.
    When Steph had finished, the children all cheered. Me too.
    Stacey came over to me. ‘Stephanie tells a great story.’
    ‘She sure, hic , does.’
    Does this mean Stacey and I are talking again? Maybe she and Danielle want me back in the in crowd? Hmmm.
    I told Steph how smart she was and asked her to tell me what happens next.
    ‘I can’t tell you. I haven’t decided yet,’ she said. ‘I’ll go to my quiet place and do some thinking later today.’
    So you see, God, life is full of surprises. I’ve been doing some thinking myself, about in crowds and out crowds, and it seems to me that there is no in crowd. It’s just being where you want to be.

Hello God,

    Our class is going to a camp. Right by the river with canoes and walking tracks. We’re going to have a campfire at night, and study the bush by day. It’s supposed to be an environmental camp. Learning how to take care of the things you made, God, so you should be very happy that we’re thinking good thoughts.
    The baby is growing. It’s starting to fill Mum’s tum and she’s looking better and better. Her hair is shining, her cheeks are like pink apples. She wears big, loose clothes, but not too loose. Mum’svery proud of her baby bump and she pats it all the time.
    How do I feel about the baby now? Watching the spare room, usually full of knick-knacks, being transformed into a canary yellow room with a bassinette and a cot, mobiles of zoo animals, fluffy toys and a baby wardrobe makes me feel like hiccupping.
    I’m trying to remember that the baby is part of me too. It may even look like me. I can take it on walks, take it to the library to listen to Steph’s stories. But I won’t, no I won’t, God, hic , ever, ever, ever change its nappy.
    One last thing: it rained today and the ants are really harmless insects. Can’t you teach them to swim? At least twenty died in the puddle in our driveway.

Hello God,

    We’re here at camp. I don’t know how this happened, God, but Stacey and Danielle are in the same tent as Steph and me. It seems to me that’s a bit of a coincidence. Did you set this up? While we were putting up the tent, Stacey told Stephanie her sister liked her story at the library. Danielle was awfully quiet. Then I started to hiccup, and somehow that broke the ice. Everyone started to laugh. Me too. Then, maybe because there’d been all this bad stuff going on between us, we laughed so much that we rolled around and the tent felldown and we had to stake it all over again. That made us laugh some more.
    God, I think laughter is the best idea you had when you made us.
    Tonight, we all sat around a roaring campfire and told stories. One person started the story