“Annie?” was all he said.
I rubbed my face hard with a wet washcloth. The color on my face came off. Angry with myself, I threw the cloth into the sink and pulled the combs out of my hair. One, two buckle my shoe.
One, two buckle my shoe.“Annie, don"t.”
“I look like a clown.”
“No, you don"t. You look real good. I never saw you lookin" like a… a girl.”
girlI hesitated. The change was too abrupt. People would laugh at me. If they recognized me at all. I pulled off the blue ribbon in my ponytail, leaving an elastic band to hold the sudden waves of golden brown hair.
“Why you getting all dressed up, angel pie?”
I didn"t answer. I hardly knew why myself. I untied the sash around my waist and let the broom skirt fall to the ground. My lips still held a hint of ruby blush, a souvenir from
