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door. Within a few feet of the door, I stepped onto the walkway leading to the door. For a moment, the click, click of my high heels rang out. Just as quick- ly I caught myself, and moved forward on my toes. reached for the door. Were you within 20 miles of Fairsdale that day, you would have heard the beat of my heart during the next few moments.

"Hello" came a voice from the yard. I stood there, frozen stiff. It sounded like Sally, yet it came from the yard and I had looked about the yard.. or had I?

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"Can I help you, young lady, the voice came again. It was Sally's voice alright!

I didn't answer but looked slowly around, hoping I was hearing things. But no. There was Sally looking around from behind her lawn chair. In my haste I had not noticed her before.

Sally rose and said again, "Can I get someone for

you?"

I had to say something and, if I had concentrated on it for a week, I couldn't have said anything worse. With a high voice, I asked, "Is Sandra in?" The moment I said it I could have died.

Sally looked at me somewhat strangely and then smiled and said, "Yes, she is. I'll get her for you." Sally came toward me.

She was really a beautiful girl, dark, high cheek- bones, sturdily-built but definitely feminine. of my two sisters, she had the better sense of humor and us- ually saw humor in most any situation. She was two years older than me and took a more or less motherly interest as well. Still, I always looked up to her and usually moved when she asked me to do some thing.

Sandra was a twin to me in age. However, she had progressed faster in school and had already been out a year, supporting me, as did Sally. However, Sandra seemed to resent this-in fact most everything aboutme.

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