" she murmured. "Get dressed. I should really feel uncomfortable." Her smiled widened. "What's funny is, I don't." The questioning look on my face mus... have relayed my confusion. "I don't, ...feel like getting dressed." She said slowly."Oh, please don't then! I love looking at you!" I told her earnestly."You're sweet. Do you really?" She sat up a bit straighter."I do! Really, really. You are so beautiful! You are sooo beautiful!!" She smiled broadly. "You have the most perfectly gorgeous. "Of course you can bring Cindy if you want. And Ned, why don't you bring Penelope? There's plenty of room," Suzanne offered.I didn't hear Ned's reaction to the invitation that he bring Penelope. My mind was occupied with the loss of the cottages for an entire weekend. Forming an alternate plan was paramount. "We're playing Dearborn next Friday," I said, absent-mindedly. Perhaps Josh and I could ride home with the Baldwins?"I'll come to the game and bring you and Josh home," Ned assured. " That last statement confused me greatly, but at the same time got me very interested on her age topic. "You think?" I inquired. I didn't notice that she was nodding yes until I looked over at her moments later."Well, I mean, why do you not KNOW your age?" We pulled up one car closer to the first window and that's probably when I first discovered how sensative Boo was. I was getting a little annoyed with her 'no comment' thing and was about to ask the question once more when a quiet sniffle. But we got to be close friends, and in a city ofstrangers, that went a long way.However, the happy times came to a sudden end. Near the end of my firstterm, I received a phone call from my mother. My father had died ofstroke in the middle of a meeting, quite the traumatic experience. I wasshook at the sudden news, and would have gone back home but my motherthen delivered another parcel of bad news-I had been cut of his will, inspite of me doing what I was told to do by him and having good.