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    section of dolls and stuffed animals.
    Jil was in heaven. When we left the store (with much eye-rolling on
    Sunny’s part), she was carrying a bag containing a strip of eddy bear stickers, a
    pair of teddy bear barrettes, and a plastic perfume bottle shaped like a pony (with a sparkly blue mane).
    “Let’s eat,” I said. “I’m starved.”
    “Cool,” replied Sunny. “I mean, cool, let’s eat, not cool, you’re starved.
    Want to go to Rico’s?”
    “Do they have salad at Rico’s?” asked Maggie.
    “Do they have lemonade?” asked Jill.
    We went to Starburst’s, which has everything.
    We sat at a booth, we ordered our food, it arrived quickly, and we were al
    sitting around eating and gabbing and sampling each other’s lunches when
    suddenly Sunny burst into tears.
    “What’s the matter?” I asked her, alarmed.
    “Did they give you the wrong meal?” asked Jil .
    “Do you really think she’d cry because they brought her the wrong meal?”
    asked Maggie, giving Jill an odd look.
    “Besides, she’s been eating it for ten minutes,” I pointed out.
    “Well…” said Jil .
    Maggie put her arm around Sunny. “What is it?” she asked.
    Sunny tried to smile. “Oh, it’s so stupid. I was just, like, thinking about my
    mom? And I remembered the last time I visited her in the hospital. Thursday, I
    guess. And she had said she was actually hungry, that for once she was looking
    forward to her dinner, even if it was a hospital meal. And then her food came and
    she couldn’t eat it after al . She just looked at it. Then she said the smel was
    making her sick, so Dad took her tray out in the hall.” Sunny paused. “And here I
    am stuffing my face. It is so unfair. Mom weighs like a hundred pounds. She
    looks like a stupid skeleton.”
    We all said sil y, soothing things then. And I reminded myself to be extra,
    extra, EXTRA nice to Sunny.
    I wonder if “extra nice” extends to navel rings.
    I CANNOT believe it, but sometime after we had finished lunch, Sunny
    said to the rest of us, “I’ll meet you guys at the main entrance in half an hour,
    okay?”
    “Where are you going?” Jill asked her.
    “You’ll see.” Sunny ran off.
    Half an hour later, she met up with us like she’d promised. She was
    smiling smugly.
    “Okay. What did you do?” I asked.
    Sunny pulled her shirt up a few inches.
    Glinting on her belly button was a gold ring
    “You pierced your navel?” I hissed. I couldn’t say the words out loud.
    “Cool, huh?”
    “What are your parents going to say?” Jil whispered. Guess she couldn’t
    quite speak either.
    “Nothing. They’ll never see it. I’ll just keep it covered up when they’re
    around. Come on, let’s go,” Sunny turned and headed for the doors.
    I wanted to yell after her, “What about bathing suits?” but I didn’t. Maggie
    and Jill didn’t say anything either. We just followed Sunny out the door, our
    mouths open.
    Sunday night 10/5
    So much has happened since that last night diary entry that I hardly know
    how to begin writing it all down. It’s going to take forever. I hope I can explain things. This is the first spare moment I’ve had since I left for Jil ’s house
    yesterday. That was only twenty-four hours ago. But it might as well have been
    two years ago.
    I feel like a different person.
    A very scared, nervous, confused person.
    I guess I should start with yesterday when Carol drove Sunny and me to
    Jil ’s house in her red convertible. Jeff was with us That was because he and
    Carol were going to go out for dinner before they went to King Hotshot to play
    miniature golf. I kept looking at Carol. I was surprised that she was going out to eat and then to play miniature golf. I mean, most women are sick to their
    stomachs al the time when they’re first pregnant. Plus, they get real y, really
    tired. But here was Carol on her way to eat Mexican food and play golf with a
    ten-year-old.
    This was when I began to wonder if everything was al