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"You won't need to contact me," I said.
"What if there's an emergency?" asked Janie.
"What if your mom calls and needs to get a hold of you?"
With my back to her I rolled my eyes. "Look, I don't have the number off the top of my head. Cindy is right down the hall. If there's an emergency, she can give you her aunt's phone number."
I grabbed my backpack and stepped out. I was hardly dressed for my little outing, but I couldn't get all dolled-up as if for a date and risk Janie getting suspicious and turning me in to Standards again. I had no intention of coming back to BYU after this year, but it would be inconvenient to get expelled and wind up not being able to transfer my credits.
Cindy and Amy's door was open, so I stepped in. "Are you ready to go?" I asked.
"Yeah," said Amy, "but you're not. Look at this hair!"
The short part had grown out sufficiently that I was able to cut it all to match, but I didn't really know what to do with it. Quick as a flash Amy worked in some gel, and with a few strokes of her magic hairbrush she had me looking as if I'd cut my hair that way on purpose and not just on a lark. Then she looked me over and added a few dabs of make-up. Read the rest of the story ->