By what I saw on there web site, I think you'll be more thanhappy. If not there are many other dress shops for pretty girls," I wasinformed."I can't w...it, I'm so excited, my first dress shopping," I couldn't keepmy hands from fiddling with my skirt, touching the blouse. I think Icould do this every day, no wonder you always see women and girls inthese shops."I don't want you to get me wrong darling. But when we are in the shop,I'll do all the talking, like you have a bad throat. That way they. "I have been told by the Blubbering Humdingers that the Ball will be for those in fourth year and up, excluding third years like me unless we are asked to go by someone older. I would like for you to ask me to the Ball so I can go this time, and I am sure that Hermione and I can teach you how to dance by the time the Ball comes around."What about Hermione? I do not want to leave her out; she is my best friend and the one that I thought that I should ask." Hermione will be asked to the Ball by. Dad dropped me off at the house saying that he had to run errands. I walked into the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the table. She looked like shit. A half empty bottle of Dad's scotch was at her elbow.Mom gazed at me. Her eyes blood shot. A small glass was in her hand. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good about it." Mom said. "My son hates me." She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you hate them you can't love me. I'm a. While the rest of the girls began playing volleyball Fran climbed to the top row of the bleachers where Vickie sat watching her approach. Fran was a little put off by the way Vickie watched her, it reminder her of the way the boys who attended Saturday's party looked at her."OK Fran, out with it girl." Vickie said even before Fran got seated beside her. Fran hesitated for only a minute, then it seemed that she lost control of her mouth. She told Vickie everything, starting with early Friday.