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I’d been dreading this. I didn’t want to tell Mama I really was getting married, it wasn’t just some bad joke Eeny had witnessed. Mama’s nose was sharper than a bloodhound’s. She’d guess right away something smelled funny. But maybe I could put it off until after her surgery. Yes, that’s what I’d do, I decided. No need to run headlong toward disaster. I could ease her into it a little bit. Then I remembered I’d be living with Jackson before I even got my next period. There was no easing anything at this point. “Slap, slap, kiss,” I said to the mirror. “And make it sound believable, Bianca!” My reflection didn’t look very convinced it would work. I dawdled as long as I could without being obvious, then reentered the parlor with a warning cough. Mama and Jackson were leaning toward each
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