don't want her at all... And I'm supposed to understand all this?"

She broke off with another laugh, then softly placed her hands on my face and lifted me up to her. Just what am I, to understand?" she asked seriously, for the first time.

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I couldn't look at her and lowered my eyes,

"Well,

I was just sort of..well,, you might..uh.. .say. playing a game." Sally smiled and raised her eyebrows quest- I was not convincing.

ioningly.

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'What kind of a game?" she asked, leading me on.

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"Well, I thought it might be..uh.. fun..to..' The words came hard.. sort of d-d-d-d-dress up.

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Sally commented, "well, I must say that it looks like you are having just all sorts of fun. This time she was not convincing.

Sally then set the stage for further difficulties. "I think that Sandy, your twin sister, ought to hear about this. I'm sure she'd understand. Besides you asked to see her. Remember?"

Protesting but not having the strength to combat my sister's will, I was led into the house, through the kitchen and by the stairway. "Please," I whispered to Sally, "don't do this to me.

My plea was to no avail. It was interrupted by Sally's calling upstairs. "Sandra! There's a girl friend of yours here."

From Sandra's room I heard, "who is it?"

Sally answered, smiling all the time at me. "It's Marilyn."

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"Who? Well, never mind, I'll be right down. Sandra was obviously not sure who Marilyn was but in- tended to find out.

Sally led me into the living room.

Soon I was

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