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instead. Out of the Dingley Day sauntered Luke
Packer with Coleman Sniffell, who went irritably to put
a coin in a parking meter.
"Hey!" Luke yelled. "El Dopo! Wanna ride the bus
over to Argyle with me?"
"No!"
"What's eating you?"
"Why don't you drop dead?" was her answer, as
she jumped on the bike and rode off.
"Hey! How much do I owe you for my sandwich?
Hey! What's bugging you?"
"Typical," muttered Coleman Sniffell. Luke
shrugged.
Out of Dingley Circle, Polly pedaled home to
Glover's Lane.
Locked in her room, its haphazard eaves covered
with posters of Spain, Al Pacino, Bella Abzug, and
Snoopy, its high blue shelves stacked with the clutter of
a past she could never bring herself to discard—
unraveling bears, plastic camp trophies, a broken tower
of popsicle sticks, rocks and shells now dull and dirty
that had glittered in the sand once with such promise of