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CHAPTER 2 Sara
Sara Geddes wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror. Fresh from her morning shower,
she made a face at her reflection. She didn't like her hair. It was too short and it just wasn't blond
enough. She hoped the summer sun would take care of that before she had to take matters into her
own hands. She adjusted the towel around her, pushing up her breasts. She was convinced that one
was larger than the other. And, despite her morning jogging, she still thought her bum was too big.
Taking a closer look at her face, she checked for lines, any lines. Laugh lines, crow's feet, frown
lines. She wondered whether her eyebrows were too thick. 'Two caterpillars coming together to
mate,' she had heard one boy she knew describe another girl's brows at school. No one would say
that about her, she vowed. She made a moue at the mirror, then smacked her lips to try to give them
a little more natural color. Looking at her freshly brushed teeth, she wondered whether they should
be whiter. Maybe brushing with peroxide, like her friend Daisy, would help.
Sara Geddes could easily count a dozen things she absolutely hated about her appearance. Which
made Sara Geddes and very normal, very pretty young 17-year-old woman.
She sighed and went into her room to get dressed. There was nothing to dress for. Her boyfriend
was away in France for the summer. 'Why couldn't he go on a regular holiday, the beach at
Brighton, or something like that,' she thought. Then she might be able to sneak away for a weekend
to see him.
Instead, she would have to sit around the house while some pimply faced boy mowed the lawn. Her
father was at work and her mum had the other car on some sort of charity work and her two best
friends were working. So she was stranded. Sara shook her head. Just some old blouse, a pair of
walking shorts and her old tennis shoes would be good enough for her 'guest.'
Promptly at 10:00, there was a knock at the door. Sara sauntered over and opened it.
"Ah...Mrs. Geddes," Harry stammered, looking at her in confusion.
Sara looked at him, a little disconcerted. He was a pleasantly looking boy, with a shock of black
hair that seemed to be in mid insurrection. He was as tall as she was, and, from behind his oldfashioned
glasses, he looked to have very nice, green eyes. And not a pimple in sight.
She recovered first. "No," she said sternly. "Not Mrs. Geddes. I would have thought that would be
plainly evident. I am Sara Geddes, if you please."
"Of course," Harry said with a small, embarrassed smile. He mentally kicked himself for being such
a clod.
"And you must be Harry," she said archly. "Here to mow the lawn."
Harry nodded.
"Well, the mower is in the garden shed. Come along and I'll show you."
Sara opened the front door wide to admit him, surprising Harry. Normally, people would simply
walk out and lead him around to the back. Without a thought, he wiped his feet on the entry matt
and went in.
The houses on Carton Drive were bigger than those on Privet or Queen Anne Road. But this house
was more than just bigger. It was elegant. On passing through the entrance way, Sara led him
through a large drawing room of Wedgewood blue with white plaster moulding. The furniture
looked very expensive, yet comfortable, and the parquet wood floors were covered by a scattering
of oriental rugs. The room was dominated by a large marble fireplace, above which hung a formal
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