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those things?”asked Mary Anne, sounding worried. Honestly, she’s the biggest worrier.
    â€œNah. We were going to have a garage sale, but Mom realized there wasn’t really enough stuff for a sale, and then she couldn’t decide what to do with it, so she piled it into the downstairs bathroom and left it there. I moved it into the attic last week and she never noticed. I’m sure she’s forgotten about it.”
    My pizza was getting cold, but I didn’t care. I was too excited about becoming an interior decorator.
    â€œWe-ell,” said Mary Anne.
    â€œWhy don’t I come over on Saturday?” I suggested. “I’ll bring some stuff with me. If you like it, you can use it. If not, we’ll think of other things to do to your room.”
    â€œOkay!” Mary Anne was beginning to sound more enthusiastic. And I understood how she felt. I love starting new projects.
    Later, as I ate my pizza, I made a mental list of things to bring to the Spiers’ on Saturday: posters, picture frames, reading lamp, throw pillows. Was there a bedspread somewhere? I’d have to check.
    By Saturday morning, I’d gathered so much stuff together that Mom had to drive me over to the Spiers’. This was pretty cagey on my part, sinceit served three purposes: 1) I got a ride; 2) When Mary Anne saw my mother, she’d know it was okay to use our things; 3) It would give my mom and Mary Anne’s dad a chance to see each other.
    Unfortunately, Mary Anne’s father wasn’t home when we got to her house. At least I had gotten a ride, though. And as Mom helped me carry the boxes inside, she said to Mary Anne, “I hope you can use these things. We don’t have room for them, and I’d rather see them go to someone we know than to strangers or to the dump.”
    Mary Anne looked relieved. “Thanks a lot, Mrs. Schafer. Really,” she said. “This is so nice of you. The cheaper we can redecorate my room, the happier Dad will be.”
    My mother smiled. “I remember that about your dad,” she said fondly. “Kind of tight with a penny.”
    â€œPretty tight with dollars, too,” said Mary Anne. “In fact, the more dollars, the tighter he gets.”
    We laughed. Then Mom left, and Mary Anne and I carried the boxes up to her room. We put them on her bed and settled ourselves next to them.
    Mary Anne pulled three rolled-up posters out of one box.
    â€œLet’s see what those are,” I said. “I don’t even remember.”
    Mary Anne slipped off the rubber bands.Carefully she unrolled one poster. “Oh!” she cried. “London at night!” (That’s what was written under the picture.) “How pretty. Look at all the lights. I had wanted to put up a poster of New York or Paris, but London is just as good. Was this yours? I mean, did it used to be in your room?”
    â€œNope,” I said. “That was in the kitchen, believe it or not. Our kitchen in California was huge.”
    Mary Anne set aside the poster of London and reached for another poster. She unrolled it and stared at it. She turned it upside down and stared some more.
    â€œLet’s see,” I said.
    Mary Anne turned the poster around. “It’s some kind of chart —”
    â€œHey! That was my dad’s astronomy chart. I guess he didn’t want it. Those are all the constellations and stars and planets. Do you like it?”
    â€œYeah,” she said slowly. “It’s interesting, but I don’t know if it’s really
me
.”
    â€œWell, you don’t have to decide about anything just yet.”
    We continued going through the boxes. After about fifteen minutes, we heard a voice shout, “Hey, you guys! What are you doing?”
    We looked out Mary Anne’s open bedroom window — and right into Kristy’sopen bedroom window next door.
    â€œHi, Kristy!” called Mary Anne. “We’re