CHAPTER 5I was having lunch in the cafeteria when a voice said, “Hi.”
It was Selina. She sat down and unwrapped her sandwich. “Did you get your dress for the hop yet?” she asked, biting into the ham and cheese.
“A dress!” I said bitterly. “What for?”
“Oh, Eldridge will ask you. You’ll see. If I were going, I’d get the dress right away. It’s only two weeks now, and all the best ones will be gone.”
“Wouldn’t I look silly with a dress and no date!”
“You should have said yes to one of the others and then turned him down if Eldridge asked—”
Again someone said, “Hi.” Growing hot all over, I turned too quickly.
I had known Eldridge for more than a year by then and I had seen him on an average of at least twice a week, but each time he called and each time I caught sight of him on the stree
