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as my dad’s going to be. He’ll beat the shit out of me for sure. He always does when I don’t do good.” She told the lie with a little shiver for effect.
    Brad’s scowl lit up. He flexed the muscles in his arms and rolled his shoulders. He was wearing a white tee shirt that fit close to his chest. There wasn’t any fat on his large frame. He was as big as any kid in junior high school.
    “ Good, ’cuz you deserve a lickin’.” Brad laughed. His shadows picked up on his mood and laughed with him.
    They couldn’t know she was lying. Her father wasn’t at home. She didn’t know where he was. But she had always been sharp. Her father had always said so. She was always able to say the right thing, and somehow she knew if Brad thought she was going to get a licking for failing the test, he’d let them by. He was that kind of boy, so lying to him to get themselves out of trouble didn’t seem wrong at all.
    “ We gotta go.” Arty grit his teeth and took Carolina by the hand.
    “ Step aside, boys,” Brad said, “Carolina’s got a date with Daddy and we wouldn’t wanna hold her up.” The three boys moved out of the way, laughing, and Carolina and Arty moved on down the sidewalk.
    She glanced over at Arty as he led her away. He was turning red and she couldn’t tell if it was because of Brad or if he was embarrassed to be holding her hand. Part of her wanted to let go, but another part of her liked it. She didn’t know what to do.
    They stepped off the curb to cross Fremont Avenue, when a car coming around the corner solved the problem for her. They jumped back and by the time they were up on the sidewalk, they were no longer holding hands.
    “ Here’s where I turn off,” she said, when they got to the corner of Lark Lane.
    “ Okay.” He turned a slight shade of pink.
    “ You might think I got them all wrong, but Miss Sadler made me stay after, remember?”
    “ Yeah.”
    “ She said she knew I flunked on purpose, because Brad was copying. She gave me another test. An oral one.”
    “ And?”
    “ And I got them all right. She gave me a hundred percent. You know what that means?”
    “ I gotta carry your books every day for a year.”
    “ You betcha. I leave home every morning at twenty to nine. I’ll expect to see you right here at nineteen till.” She flashed him with a quick smile and she was amazed at the size of the smile he gave her back.
     
     
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    When she got home she made herself a cheese and tomato sandwich. She didn’t eat meat, because she loved animals and it seemed wrong to eat them. All the other kids thought she was nuts. She had some milk and cookies when she finished. She didn’t mind milk, because animals didn’t have to die to make it.
    With her hunger satisfied, she strolled out into the living room and lay down on the couch. She was only going to close her eyes for a second or two, but it was dark when she woke up to the sounds of Mick and his street fighting band.
    She wanted to ask her mother if she’d sold any more paintings, but she was listening to the Rolling Stones in her bedroom and she knew how happy she was when she was laying down and listening to Mick sing his rocking blues.
    Sticky Fingers was her mother’s favorite CD and it was playing loud. Not loud enough to bother the neighbors, but loud enough that Carolina couldn’t turn on the TV. But it didn’t matter, Carolina was glad. Just hearing the music meant that maybe her mother was getting over the blue funk she’d been in about how poorly her last show had gone.
    When the CD was over, Carolina half expected her mother to put on Sympathy for the Devil, because that’s what she usually did after she played Sticky Fingers, but instead she came out of her room wearing a shocking pink dress. It was new. “How do you like it?” she asked, spinning around so Carolina could get the full effect.
    “ It’s nice,” she said, not meaning it. She hated the dress and what it represented. Then she said,