Youth Conference
In my mind I went through the song and imagined it playing stanza by stanza, "I have never seen that dress you're wearing, or the highlights in your hair, they catch your eyes -- I have been blind," and all that. And then I imagined how he would wake up thinking about me and want to see me.
In the middle of this fantasizing, a knock came at the door. Ah, it must be the other girls returning from the dance with stories of their conquests, I thought.
But when I answered the door I saw that it wasn't. It was Mindy. Of course, the cookies -- I had forgotten.
"Amy's not back yet," I said, "and I don't know where the package is. Besides, now that she's found a new boyfriend, maybe she'd rather give the cookies to him."
"No, no," said Mindy, "I've already talked to her. She just stayed late to help clean up, but she told me to swing by your room to get the cookies. She said that she still wants to give them to you-know-who and you-know-who, and that they're in a box in her suitcase near the top."
We looked in her suitcase, and sure enough there was a box wrapped in shiny pink paper and a little pink envelope taped to it. I handed the box to Mindy.
"You have to write something on the card," she said taking the card out of the little envelope and giving it to me. Thankfully the card was just a blank pink rectangle and not something covered covered with hearts or love poetry or worse. I wrote on it simply "To Peter and David" trying to disguise my writing as well as possible. Not that either one of them knew my writing, but I would hate for the card to be used as evidence against me later.
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