Chapter 8

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“And you want to go?”

“Yes, please.” Although it was more to thumb my nose at my uncle than because I wanted to mingle with those in particular of my fellow students.

“Then go. And hopefully you’ll meet some boys who are smart enough to want you for a friend.” Mum smiled and ruffled my hair.

I knew it worried her that in the time we’d been here in the States, I hadn’t made any close friends my own age. I had any number of acquaintances, but no one I’d trust to share my deepest secret with.

“But will Uncle John let me have the car?”

“I’ll deal with him.” And somehow, she had.