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told me she didn’t want to play anymore. Guess who had to pack up the game?
    The main difference between my sister and me is that she’s an outer person and I’m an inner. And I’m not talking about belly buttons. If we both ate a whole box of chocolates, we’d both be bummed out—her because she might look fat. Me? I’d be having ten fits worrying that my arteries might plug up.
    I usually felt better in my room, sitting in the nook of my big curved window seat. Every pillow I could find was stuffed into that space and in my opinion it was the only comfortable spot in the whole house. Some of the rooms were so neat and bare they actually echoed. Mom couldn’t stand disorder, so no one was allowed to leave stuff lying around. Good thing nobody ever thought to check under my bed.
    To me, the only house I’d ever known was rather big and not too cozy. But it was still home and I lovedit. How could Nancy ever want to leave? I didn’t even like going away for a weekend.
    As with most things in life, I liked everything to stay the same. Well, except for one thing. It sure would’ve been nice to have a town library. When you were a loner, you ended up reading the same books over and over. I think I must have read all fifteen of my Trixie Belden mystery stories about fifty times.
    I could spend hours on that window seat looking out into the back woods. The real moose never returned, although I continued to search for him. Seemed everyone in my family had a long list of moose sightings. Everyone but me. But on lucky days, spotted from my window perch, a deer or fox would pass through on silent hooves or paws, unaware of my interest.
    While I tried to concentrate on gluing the china moose, my reflection in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door caught my eye. I moved up close to it. Nancy was right—as usual—my hair
was
getting stringier. I’d been so busy counting zits I hadn’t noticed. Maybe I’d just start wearing a bag over my head and make everyone happy.
    The glue worked well. By morning it was dry and if you squinted your eyes it was hard to see where the moose had been fixed.

    O NCE AGAIN, AFTER school, I headed towards Miss Cogshell’s house. My knees felt like Jell-O every time I thought about how to return the moose. Please let her not be home and let the door be unlocked again. I looked all around before I turned into her walkway. No one in sight.
    â€œThis pathway is getting a little too familiar,” I grumbled. I knocked. No answer. Thank goodness. I reached for the knob. Just as I did—the door creaked open with Miss Cogshell’s welcoming smile behind it.
    â€œWhy Amy, what a delightful surprise. I hope you will stay longer this time. I just loved the peppermints. Of course that doctor I visited years ago would be having a conniption if he knew about all these sweets. But as I always say, I was born plump, so I might as well leave this good earth the way I came into it.”
    As Miss Cogshell chattered on, my face felt like a toasted marshmallow. What in the world was I doing sneaking around like a thief? Finally, I couldn’t stand the guilt any longer.
    â€œMiss Cogshell,” I interrupted. “I broke your moose.” I held it out, stared at the floor, and hoped her smile wouldn’t change to anger. My stringy hair hung over my eyes. I bit into my lip as I felt Miss Cogshell lift the moose from my hand, and then heard the slight clink as she placed it on the kitchen table. The silence dragged on as I stood there shaking. I had to do somethingfast before I became a smooshed bug beneath her giant paw.
    â€œI’m sorry,” I spluttered. “The sunlight was shining on your cabinet, and it was so beautiful I couldn’t control myself. I had to see the small moose behind the owl because—well, because I really like moose. When I heard you coming, I shut the cabinet and the moose fell and broke.” I