The convent was pea green inside and out, with jutting aluminum awnings and tall brown oak doors. Fruitless orange trees lined the entrance. Sister Donna trekked the six of us, four girls, two boys, past the pruney gray-haired woman in the front office. She had sinewy hands and a smile too big for her face.
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Lucy was the only friend I was allowed to spend the night with, but not on weeknights and never at my house. In her mom’s trailer on weekends, Lucy and I stayed up too late watching sci-fi movies, eating homemade Chex mix and reading our way through a box of her dead grandmother’s romance novels.
Jodi had breasts, but mostly because she was fat. Lucy and I liked Jodi because she had a nice house, she had an Atari and MTV, her older brother was cute, and her mom threw themed pool parties. Their pool had a slide and a waterfall.
“It better not’ve been you.”
I didn’t want to get caught looking at Tara’s body, but I couldn’t help it. She took her bra off nonchalantly, like she was tired of wearing it. I had achy, swollen buds that didn’t necessitate more than a padded barrier under my shirt, and I peeled it off slowly, eyeing the other girls to make sure they didn’t see what I was hiding.
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“Probably he did it to his sister,” I said. I hated his sister. She was in eighth grade and she did not have to be funny or slutty to get everyone to like her.
