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    Chapter 4.
     
    "It sounds terrific," Mom said when I told her about the job at the Cheplins'. "It's a commitment, though, you know." "Yeah, but it's just two and a half hours a day," I pointed out. "What's the big deal?" "All right, as long as you think you can handle it," she said.
     
    I called Mrs. Cheplin right away and told her I was definitely interested in the job. "I start my job a week from this Monday," she said, sounding worried again. "I'll expect you to meet them at the bus that day. You won't forget, will you?" "Absolutely not," I assured her. "I'll write it on the kitchen calendar in big letters." As soon as I hung up, I did write it down, but I was sure I wouldn't forget. I'm pretty responsible about baby-sitting jobs. I certainly wouldn't leave two little kids stranded with no one to meet them at the bus.
     
    The next day in school I was in a great mood. All I could think about was what play I'd take Robert to see. I figured I'd get Dad's suggestions when I saw him on the weekend.
     
    I was also feeling good because I was looking forward to this evening. Robert and I were going to double date with Logan and Mary Anne. It was just a bowling date, but those are fun.
     
    After lunch, Robert met me at my locker. "Got your bowling arm ready?" he asked with a smile.
     
    "Yup," I replied, shutting the door to my locker. "I'm psyched. Mary Anne and Logan won't win again this time." Robert reached out and took my hand as we began walking down the hall. "I don't know," he said lightly. "Last time they were really on a roll. On a roll, get it?" I poked him playfully. "Very funny." "I didn't exactly score with that joke, did I?" Robert continued.
     
    "Don't pin me down," I joked back.
     
    We stopped at a corner of the hall. "Well," said Robert. "Here's where I split." "Oh, cut it out!" I laughed. "See you tonight." "I'll be at your house at seven," Robert told me. "With time to spare." "Aaaugh!" I cried, pretending to be exasperated. " 'Bye!" That night as I dressed to go out, I felt optimistic about everything. I imagined sitting with Robert in a Broadway theater. At intermission he would turn to me and say something like, "Stacey, you were right. The city is great. I'm wild about it! Thanks for showing me how much fun it can be." After I pulled on a pair of blue leggings and a long, bright pink sweater, I sat on the end of my bed and put on my new black leather ankle boots. I used a pick on my perm to fluff it out, then put on some mascara and pink lipstick. A pair of big hoop earrings finished the look. I went downstairs to wait for Robert.
     
    "You look nice," said Mom just as the front doorbell rang.
     
    "Thanks," I said, heading for the door.
     
    Whenever I open the door to Robert I feel as if I'm seeing him for the first time. Each time, he seems just a little cuter than I remembered. "Hi," he said.
     
    "Hi." Mary Anne ran to the front door behind him. "Ready?" she asked. I saw that her father, who was driving us to the bowling alley, had just pulled into the driveway. I waved to Logan, who was in the backseat.
     
    " 'Bye, Mom!" I said as I grabbed my parka.
     
    "Have fun," she told me. "Be out front by nine-thirty." Mom was picking us up. "We'll be there," I assured her.
     
    Mr. Spier drove us to the bowling alley. We rented our shoes and didn't wait long for a free lane. Mary Anne and Logan were ready for us. They'd brought sharpened pencils for keeping score, and Logan had even borrowed his father's shiny blue-speckled bowling ball.
     
    "We were just going easy on you last time," Robert told Logan. "This time we're ready." "Why? Have you been practicing?" asked Logan as he tied his red-and-black bowling shoes.
     
    Robert and I looked at one another and burst out laughing. We couldn't picture ourselves being so into bowling that we'd actually practice. "No!" I blurted