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    â€œThis. Is. Totally. Awesome.” said Chrissy, putting down her bags. “It’s so great that you don’t have to share it with anyone. Well, I mean except for me this summer!” she said, laughing.
    Lauren agreed. “Being an only child does have some advantages. We have our own bathroom, too,” she said, gesturing to a door off the far end of the room. “Go ahead and unpack if you want, and then we can walk around and I’ll show you the town and the beach. It’s probably too late for swimming, but my dad says tomorrow is supposed to be a perfect beach day.”
    Chrissy moved over to the window. “The roses have grown all the way up and around the windows. It’s like Rapunzel’s tower or something!” she said excitedly, glancing over her shoulder to grin at Lauren. “I’m totally expecting a bluebird to land on the windowsill, or to see Prince Charming down there on a white horse. And look! You can see the ocean from here!” she squealed as she pointed out the window.
    â€œYep. It’s just a two-block walk to our beach. But the one all the kids our age like to go to is a block from town, on the other side. It’s called Crane’s Beach, and it’s literally a five-minute walk from here.” Lauren was delighted that Chrissy liked the house, and her room. And she hadn’t even seen the beaches yet! Lauren’s dad had travelled all over the world for work, but he’d said many times that the beaches around East Harbor were among the most beautiful he’d ever seen.
    They both changed into clean shorts and tees. Chrissy scrutinized Lauren’s bright pink striped tee and white shorts, and suddenly snapped her fingers. “Oooh, what size shoes do you wear?” she asked Lauren as she knelt and began digging around in her suitcase. Lauren told her and Chrissy grinned. “I knew it—same size asme!” She pulled her hands from her suitcase and Lauren could see she was holding three different pairs of neon rubber flip-flops—green, pink, and yellow. “These were on sale buy-two-get-one-free and so my mom let me get all of them! I’m going to wear the yellow, but do you want to borrow the pink? They would look totally cute with your T-shirt.”
    Lauren happily kicked off her blue flip-flops and tried on Chrissy’s pair. They did look perfect with her outfit. “Are you sure?” she asked tentatively.
    â€œOf course! My flip-flops are your flip-flops!” Chrissy said happily. “This vacation you have doubled your wardrobe!” She giggled. “I take my sister’s stuff all the time and she yells at me, but you’re welcome to borrow anything.”
    â€œThanks,” said Lauren. She looked down at her feet, admiring how nice they looked in Chrissy’s shoes. She knew they were just rubber flip-flops . . . so not a big deal . . . but she had never had anyone to share stuff like this with, and it felt really good.
    As they headed downstairs, they could hear Lauren’s parents unpacking in the kitchen. “Mom! Dad! We’re heading out!” called Lauren.
    â€œWhere are you going?” asked Mom.
    â€œTo show Chrissy the beach and Main Street,” said Lauren. “We’ll be together.”
    Mr. and Mrs. Silver exchanged a look, and then Mrs. Silver nodded.
    â€œTake your cell phone with you and be back by seven!” her dad called back. “I’m grilling tonight!”
    Lauren grabbed Chrissy’s hand and pulled her out of the house before they could change their minds. Having Chrissy here was already a bonus. Normally Lauren wasn’t allowed to go anywhere by herself.
    â€œDad loves to grill,” Lauren explained. “Be sure to heap him with compliments about his grilling skills. It will totally make his night!”
    â€œWill do,” said Chrissy, giving her a tiny salute.
    They turned right,