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knew she was really nervous.
    As Mom pulled up to the curb, Aly asked, “Ready, Brookester?”
    â€œI think I need my hat,” Brooke whispered. She pulled it on, looked at Aly, and asked, “Okay?” Aly nodded. Then Brooke took a deep breath and opened the car door, with Aly secretly wishing the day was over instead of just begining.
    Maybe everything would be okay, though. Because that morning when Aly saw Brooke in the hall once, she’d taken off her hat and she didn’t look upset. Aly thought that was a good thing. At least she hoped it was.

    At recess Aly was sitting with Lily and Charlotte under the slide. It was one of the prime recess places tosit when you didn’t want to be bothered, and Aly, Lily, and Charlotte didn’t want to be bothered.
    â€œSo . . . do you know if Suzy got into trouble?” Lily asked. “Charlotte said your mom seemed really mad at her yesterday.” Lily had gotten to the Sparkle Spa after Suzy and Brooke had left, and she was a little upset that she’d missed the action. So she’d been asking a lot of questions about it.
    Aly shrugged. “I don’t know. I know my mom called her mom, but really, I mean, it was a dumb, ridiculous idea to cut hair, but it was also kind of dumb of Brooke to volunteer. If no one volunteered, there would have been no haircut. Suzy didn’t force her.”
    â€œTrue,” said Charlotte, picking up a handful of pebbles and letting them run through her fingers. Then she smiled. “So, what do you think: No haircuts at the Sparkle Spa? Or should we offer Suzy a corner?”
    â€œHa,” Lily said.
    Aly smiled too.
    â€œ There you are!” someone said, bending down under the slide. Aly turned around. That someone was Suzy Davis. “I’ve been looking all over for you, Aly. Just in case you wanted to say thank you.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about, Suzy?” Charlotte asked, dropping the last of the stones from her hand.
    Suzy scooted under the slide, and the girls had to shift to make room for her. “Haven’t you heard?” she said. “All anyone is talking about is how cool your sister’s haircut is. How it’s floppy and fun and how they love her barrettes. So I thought you might want to thank me.”
    Aly pulled a rock out of the back of her sneaker. “I don’t quite think I’m going to thank you, Suzy. Even if it turned out okay in the end, Brooke was really upset yesterday—and this morning, too.”
    Suzy shrugged. “It’s not my fault she didn’t realize how great she looked with short hair.”
    Sometimes Aly couldn’t believe how Suzy’s brain worked. “Forget it,” Aly said. “It’s fine.” Aly knew Suzy didn’t mean to be so . . . Suzy . . . all the time. She just wasn’t very good at seeing things from other people’s points of view.
    â€œDo you know where she got those barrettes, by the way? Because I’d love some. And I bet Heather would too,” Suzy said. Heather was her little sister.
    â€œOh,” Aly said, “my mom made them a while ago.”
    Suzy’s eyes widened. “You should make some more!” she said. “Everyone loves them. Anyway, it’s kind of dark and dirty under here. If you decide you want to thank me later, I’ll be around.”
    The moment Suzy had walked out of earshot, Charlotte burst out with, “That girl makes me so annoyed! I can’t believe you’re friends with her now.”
    Before Aly could respond, Lily added, “But she has a good idea about those barrettes. Because if people really like them, we could sell them at the Sparkle Spa. And get more money for our donation jar.”
    Since Mom had said that the girls couldn’t charge for their manicure and pedicure services, they’d set up a donation system, collected in a strawberry-shaped teal jar Mom had made in an art school