Michael Malone - Weebly

I tell you something, will you swear you won't tell a
soul, especially my folks?"
"Why should I tell your folks?"
"I just don't, double don't, want my mom knowing."
"What?"
"About Lance."
"Did he give you that sweatshirt?" Polly stared at
the shelf of dolls. She turned a tiny can-can dancer to
face a Buckingham Palace guard. "When?"
"We spent all day yesterday together."
Polly looked at her friend, but instead of giggling as
she expected, Joy stared solemnly back and whispered,
"It's different with him, kind of scary. I think he's scared
too, you know?"
"Scared of what?"
"I don't know."
"Isn't he awfully old?"
"That's why I don't want anybody to know."
Polly sat down in the yellow rocker, pulling a huge
Raggedy Ann doll onto her lap. "You're acting pretty
funny," she said finally.
"I guess. So look, that was Lance on the phone, he