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on the cob,” he said with a big grin.
    “ Yay!’ Carlee shouted.
     
    After Kimmy and Jenna left, Carlee sat at the soundboard to do her homework. She pulled a book from her bag and put it on the console; resting her elbows there, she was deep into the pages. Andy and Marco had the headsets on listening, making notes, adjusting the sound they could and adding more notes.
    Finally, Andy looked at his watch. “It’s six, I need to get her home,” he said to Marco.
    “ You could just call for a pizza and we could stay,” Carlee grinned. “It’s Friday. No school tomorrow.”
    “ You are a sly one,” Marco laughed.
    “ I’m reading. We can stay, I’ll call Angel, she’s not supposed to come ‘til eight; I’ll tell her to wait ‘til nine.”
    “ Hey,” Andy said after she hung up with Angel, “What are you reading, anyway?”
    “ I and You and Don’t Forget Who ,” she said and added, “That silly Miss Walsh thinks she can sneak lessons in and make us learn something by giving us fun stuff to read, it’s ridiculous!”
    Andy shook his head and stifled a laugh. Sometimes the stuff Carlee blurted out cracked him up. He loved her wit.
    Marco scooted closer. “Can I see?” She pushed the book his way and he flipped to the back cover. “Hmm, it’s about English, pronouns,” he added.
    “ This is a fun book, but I like it better when she sings them.”
    “ Sings?” Andy asked when he returned from calling for pizza delivery.
    “ Subject pronouns, ‘I am I, and you are you - he is he, and she is she - they are they, and we are we’,” she sang. “To show us, she points to you, or a group, or her.”
    “ Well, that’s clever,” Marco said.
    Carlee listened to the music and voice in the back-ground. Marco had turned the volume down, not off. “Who is she,” Carlee asked.
    “ She is Adaleigh; remember her from the GRAMMYs?” Andy asked.
    “ Yeah,” she said, followed by, “how long ‘til pizza?” And Andy knew she’d just dismissed that subject, and grinned.
     
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    Later, when she was ready for bed, Andy went to tuck her in. Sitting on the side of the bed beside where she lay, he smoothed the curls away from her face to kiss her cheek. “I love you, sweet girl. I’m going for a ride in the morning, want to go?”
    She knew where he was going. “Yes sir,” she replied. She lay quietly for a moment, turned toward him and said. “Papa, can I tell you somethin’?”
    “ Carlee Elizabeth, you can always tell me anything. Remember that, anything. What is it, sweetheart?”
    “ I don’t like her.”
    “ Adaleigh?”
    “ Yes sir, I know we’re supposed to like everyone, but I just didn’t feel good when she was there that night,” she said honestly.
    “ Because?”
    “ Well, because she called me a ‘step.’ I didn’t like that because it made my heart hurt…”
    “ And?”
    “ It felt like she wished I wasn’t there so she could be your date.”
    Wise beyond her year s Andy thought. “Well, we don’t have to like her, but I’m probably going to work on her album with her, so we will be nice.”
    “ OK,” she replied, “but I still won’t like her.”
     
    The next morning Angel was gone when Carlee woke. She made her way to the kitchen and found Andy at the stove.
    “ I smell sausage!”
    Andy turned and replied, “Pancakes too! Good morning, beautiful.” She stood on tip-toes to look at the griddle and smiled at the Mickey Mouse shape of the pancakes.
     
    After breakfast, they cleaned up and got in the car, “Slip your floppy hat on,” Andy told her as he put the convertible top down.
    He made a stop on the way that she knew he would, and finally drove back the road at the Memorial Park and put the car in park. “Look,” he said and pointed.
    “ They’re here,” she said softly, noticing the family of sandhill cranes that were grazing close by. “They’re always here. I guess they visit Mama too.”
    Andy got out, walked around to her door and