ger dinner our doorbell rang. tairs first.

    quot;Lena, could you see ; called my fatc;restingquot; and it was as if s.

    I opened tiously, t   door. I stared at . S me, and s of bed hes on.

    quot;?quot; called my father.

    quot;Its next door!quot; I sed to my fat;Its…quot;

    quot;teresa,quot; she offered quickly.

    quot;Its teresa!quot; I yelled back to my father.

    quot;Invite ; my fat almost t t teresa squeezed past me and into our apartment. it being invited, sarted o door and follo he back of a horse.

    S over to my o open it. quot; are you doing?quot; I cried. S on t on treet. And t me and started to giggle. I sat docing for o stop, feeling the dark opening.

    quot;s so funny?quot; I finally said. It occurred to me t per me, at my life. Maybe sened tagnant silence of our unhappy house.

    quot;; I demanded.

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    quot;t are you going to do?quot; I asked breatain t ime.

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    quot;ont s;

    quot;Na be glad Im not dead or sometend to be mad, sort of. e do tuff all time.quot; And through my window and soundlessly made her way back home.

    I stared at time,   serrible  s op?

    I lay doing to s. And late at nigill aupida girl. You almost