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She winked and blew me a kiss. I thought it over while she ap- parently went to say good bye to my mother. Actually it began to seem like a very attractive prospect, and I hurried to carry out my part in it. Quietly to avoid alerting anyone, particularly my sister, I slipped out the back door and into the rear of her car, which she had conveniently parked nearby. I crouched down on the floor and waited for her to come. Shortly I heard a door open and close, and then felt the car bounce as she got in and closed the door.

"We're off," she said. "Stay down until we get out of sight."

As far as I could tell, nobody saw me. I couldn't be sure because I spent the trip with my nose to the floor, recording our progress by the noise of the car, the starts and stops, the bumps. Finally, after what seemed to be a miles-long trip, we lurched into her drive and into the shade of her garage.

"Okay, you're safe," she announced as the garage door began to close behind us.

We went in through the laundry room and into the kitchen.

"First we're going to tell your mother where we are, and then.. She was dialing, "Hi . . . He's here with me . . . After dinner, okay? . Yes, yes, I know. I promise... Bye."

She hung up and turned to me.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She said she thought you were here."

"Was she mad?”

"

"I think she was glad to get you out of the house. This has been harder on her than you. Now, we've got to get you out of those hideous clothes."

Believe me, nothing could have pleased me more. I was absolutely miserable in them, humiliated, grotesque. But even in Aunt Helen's house, I could feel my father's wrath. However much I hated them, I

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