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She had jotted down physical characteristics that made it easier for me to remember which ones were the best suited for the jobs. We narrowed the list to five.

"I thought we made a truce," I said.

"What truce?" Her lips were open enough for me to see two rows of even teeth, except the one saw shaped tooth at the corner of her mouth, the same corner that matched her sister's irregular tooth.

"I'm not to play with your hair and you're not to rub your leg against mine. But, you're doing it."

Huley gave me a startled look as if she was unaware that she was driving me crazy.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I want us to be seen together. If people think we're a couple guys won't hit on me so much."

"Is that what motivates you to rub the back of my leg?" I asked, incredulous.

"Partly," she admitted.

"You want guys to think that we are a couple so they won't hit on you?"

"Partly," her eyes were fixed on mine, an amused look on her face.

"But we're not a couple?"

"We haven't been on a real date yet. How could we be a couple?"

"You have a point," I had to admit. "What's with the nightly phone calls?"

It was her turn to disbelieve. "That's what couples do!"

We were at the place where we parted to go to our respective classes.

"Randy?"

I was ready to turn, not wanting to be late for class two days in a row. "Yes?"

"Is my hair out of place?"

I checked. Nothing was out of place. I shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I assured her.

"You can touch it if you want. I don't want you to think you can't."

"You can rub the back of my leg. I don't want you to think you can't," I mimicked her.

"Don't tell mama," she said, laughing as we parted.

That night, most of our twenty-six minute telephone conversation centered on how we could spend more time together.

"Can you deliver these envelopes for me tomorrow honey?" Laura asked when I finished the call with Huley. It was the first chance we had had to talk, Sylvia having just left.

"Sure," I said, placing the three envelopes in my schoolwork bag. "You know two of them but I have to tell you how to find the third."

I pulled the three envelopes back out and looked at the names typed on the outside of the envelope. Mollie I knew. Mr. Waite I knew. Chief Simmons I did not know.

"I spoke to him and said you would be dropping off the envelope. Hand it to him personally, not to anyone else. No small talk, not even a how-do-you-do. If he's not there, bring the envelope back to me."

"Okay, I've got it," I assured her.

"I'm sorry to put you in this position but there's no other way. Sending those envelopes through the mail is out of the question; they must be hand delivered." Laura said, with that same sisterly concern in her eyes that I saw so often.

"Who's the forth?" I asked. She wouldn't even look my way, declining to say.

By the time our telephone conversation ended that night Huley had me agree to us having three dates in a row. She had our weekend planned. We would drive to the Friday night football game and to a Saturday night party in separate cars. I was also invited to her house for a Petri's birthday party on Sunday.

"We can leave the game early and make out in your car," Huley suggested.

"How early?"

"I don't know, half time maybe?"

"They have security guards check the parking lot," I told her, already disliking the plan. I had heard that the security guards loved to break up make out parties.

"Is that true? What do you suggest?"

I hesitated, wondering how she would react to the first thing that popped into my mind. "We could go to a hotel."

There was a long silence. I thought of several things to say but none of them seemed appropriate. She laughed, "I don't think so."

"Okay, it was just a thought. Where's the party?" I said, thinking I was changing the subject.

"Which hotel were you thinking of?"

"Oh, the Marriott down town, I suppose."

"On no, that's no good, someone might recognize me."

"Let me give it some thought," I said, thinking how cool I was being

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