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one of those cute little Rice Krispies elves! But I realize now that what we had was puppy love, a childish infatuation.
    You should see Campbell in his track shorts! I sit in the bleachers and watch him practice, and every time he runs by, he waves at me! Shelby thinks she’s going to get him, but she’s out of her mind. For one thing, she already has a boyfriend—even though he’s an idiot—and he’s not in Jamaica. And for another, she’s not Campbell’s type. He’s really smart. He’s in the Chess Club. He’s applied to Stanford—I might go there, too. Dean Schmitz said something about a deadline?—and he plans to be a doctor.
    â€œThat’s wonderful,” I said as we sat in his car today, drinking diet iced tea and discussing our futures. I told him about an article I’d read that said that in the years ahead, our country will be facing a critical shortage of qualified plastic surgeons. “You know,” I said, “for people like my parents.”
    â€œI’d never be a plastic surgeon.” Campbell scowled.
    â€œWhy not? They perform a valuable service,” I insisted. “Some people get their faces burned off. Or get in wrecks. Or get really wrinkled.”
    â€œI’m going to be a gerontologist,” Campbell explained. It turns out he really loves his grandma and grandpa, so he wants to be a doctor to help old people feel better. I reminded him that people feel better when they look better, and he laughed and said, “You are too much, T-Rex.” What the heck is that supposed to mean?
    I mentioned that I really love old people, too. After Gramma died, Grandpa lived with us for a while until he started banging on the bathroom door and shouting, “I have an urgent message for King John!” whenever we were in there, and getting lost all over town. So now he lives in the nursing home, and I visit when I can, but those people are scary.
    â€œNo, they’re not,” Campbell insisted gently. “They’re just old.”
    So true. The more I see of Campbell, the more I know that he is the one for me. The Girls say I hardly even know him, but they don’t understand that when you’re soul mates with someone, words aren’t necessary. You just know what the other person’s thinking.
    I’ve asked Campbell if he wants to go to the Homecoming Dance with me—I know we’ll be elected King and Queen—and he said, “That’s very flattering, Tiffany. I’ll get back to you.” So I bought the dress today. It’s darling.
    But I can’t help feeling guilty about poor Wally. He’s the only boy I’ve ever let kiss me. The first time we made out, our lips got so puffy we couldn’t go home until the swelling went down. The night we decided to go steady, we exchanged class rings and gave each other matching hickies. Which I’ll never do again: It looks so tacky. Wally and I have really grown together. He’ll live forever in my memory.
    I’d better write him right now before I forget.
    Dearest Wally,
    I am fine and hope you are, too. You know what I mean: Under the circumstances. I think of you in that place and can’t believe it. How could your father be so mean ?
    Thanks for the picture of you with the shovel. It looks like you’re getting a good tan!
    Well, all’s fine here. I was in the Macy’s fashion show the other night: Gowns for the Holiday season. I wish you could’ve seen me.
    Another great thing: We beat sequoia! I mean creamed them! I came up with this great new skit; we do a bunch of cheers, then form a human pyramid, with me on top and shelby at the bottom. After all, she’s the biggest. My dad took pictures. I’ll send some if they turn out good.
    School’s fine. Things have not been the same since you left. People talk about you a lot. Do you think you’ll be back for graduation?
    Well, that’s