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right with Carol’s
    pregnancy. Maybe there was a problem after al . Maybe that was why Carol
    didn’t seem so excited. I wish I could talk to Sunny about Carol, but Carol has
    sworn me to secrecy. Besides, Sunny has enough problems of her own.
    We drove out to Jill’s house with Jeff making annoying duck noises the
    entire way. He was sitting in the front seat wearing a Donald Duck mask. Sunny
    and I sat in the back with a bag of gorp between us. It was our contribution to the sleepover. We also had our sleeping bags and overnight bags.
    “Remember when we would go to slumber parties and our overnight bags
    held candy and stuffed animals?” Sunny asked me.
    “Yeah,” I said fondly.
    “This time I packed clothes and makeup. Like I was going on a business
    trip. You know what Lorna Tobias took to her last slumber party?”
    “What?” I asked.
    “A cell phone.”
    “Quack, quack,” said Jeff.
    “I feel so old,” I said.
    “Me too,” said Sunny.
    “Here we are,” called Carol.
    “Thanks!” said Sunny and I as we scrambled out of the car.
    “We’l call you tomorrow!” I added.
    “Okay. ‘Bye!” cal ed Carol.
    “Quack, quack,” said Jeff again.
    “He is so weird,” Sunny said as we walked to the Hendersons’ door.
    Jil flung the door open before I could ring the bel . “Hi, you guys!” she
    cried. “Come on in. Maggie just called. She’l be here in about twenty minutes.
    Something to do with their chauffeur. That’ll be perfect timing. I just ordered the pizzas. They should get here about when Maggie does. Too bad the pizza guy
    couldn’t pick her up on his way.” Jil seemed to think this was very funny.
    Sunny smiled politely. I nudged her. The second Jill turned her back for a
    moment, I elbowed Sunny. “Be. Nice.” I mouthed this to her. She got the point.
    The thing is, Sunny and Jil used to be close friends. Just like Sunny and
    Maggie, and Sunny and me. This is just one of the many things that are
    changing.
    It nearly made me cry.
    Twenty minutes later, just as Jill had predicted, the pizza guy and Maggie
    arrived at the same time. The pizza guy arrived in a white van with PAPA’S PIZZA
    painted on the side, only you could see where it had once said ARACE: FOR ALL
    YOUR SEASONAL FURNISHINGS AND DECORATIONS.
    Maggie arrived in a sleek black limo.
    “Whoa,” said the pizza guy.
    Maggie ignored him. She breezed into the house, scowling. I knew what
    was wrong.
    “I hate that!” Maggie cried. She meant arriving in the limo. She thinks it’s
    pretentious. She’s also afraid that people will only like her because of her money and her father’s connections. “At least Lena was driving, and she was on her
    way home so she was just wearing jeans and a sweater. The worst is when they
    wear the suit with the cap.”
    Out on the front porch I could hear the pizza guy ask Jil , “:Is she famous
    or something?”
    “No,” said Jill. “But her father is a producer. He knows John Travolta. And
    Demi Moore. Gwyneth Paltrow too.”
    “No kidding?” said the guy.
    “Yes, she is kidding!” Maggie yelled, even though that was the truth. “I’m
    nobody!”
    “Oh, Maggie,” I said.
    “I cannot wait until I’m a vet. I’l drive around in an old station wagon,
    rescuing wounded animals and finding homes for them. And I’l live in a normal
    house and no one will think twice about me. Except my parent.”
    “You could change your name to Dr. Dolittle,” said Sunny.
    “Very funny,” said Maggie, but she was smiling.
    Jil ’s mom wouldn’t let us take the pizza upstairs to eat in Jill’s room, but
    she did leave the kitchen so we could eat there in privacy. As soon as the dishes
    were cleared away, though, Jil said, “Now let’s go upstairs. I’ve got a bog
    surprise there for you.”
    The big surprise was that Jil had wheeled the TV and the VCR from her
    mom’s room into her room. Plus, her room was al decorated.
    “What’s this?” asked Sunny.
    “I decorated. For us,”