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August 30 Saturday

Amy came over and we laid out by the pool in a vain effort to thwart the pastiness that overtakes our skin by mid October. I love baking my body to a golden brown, basking in the glow of my lovely skin. Ha ha ha That sounds oh, so poetic.

I would love to stay this way all year around, but tanning beds are too expensive and the fake stuff turns you a nice shade of orange. So I soak up the rays while I can and then cover myself from head to foot during the nasty winter months just waiting for the temperature to reach 70 again so I can return to being the golden goddess.

Yeah, I’m in a weird ass mood.

Dad doesn’t fly out again till week after next, which is a good thing. It should give mom’s hands a chance to heal. I swear one day her skin is going to split wide open and her bones will fall out.

Amy even noticed it. I lied and told her it was a bad skin rash, an allergic reaction or something. There are just some things you can’t even tell your best friend.

We got all excited talking about the upcoming football season. Crystal’s parents are going to be out of town next weekend, so a big party is planned for after the first game.

Everyone knows that Crystal’s parents keep a well stocked liquor cabinet and always have plenty of beer in the fridge, so it’s sure to be a wild time.

I didn’t go to the big party she threw last year, but Amy did. She didn’t recover for three days. I think she lost close to 10 pounds from it too. Cool.

Speaking of weight, I have got to stop eating so much. Softball season isn’t that far away and I don’t want to be the slowest, fattest one on the field. I haven’t been running as often as I should and I know Coach Green will jump all over me for it.

“You have to taste the victory, girls. Roll it around in your mouth, savor it, yearn for it.”

Any one of us could get up and give his pep talks for him. I look around me in the locker room and see lips moving, silently echoing his words and I realize my lips are moving too.



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