Normal isn’t a word I would use to describe the next four days although they seemed to graduate toward normal at the time. I mean, do something often enough and it becomes acceptable, even if it isn’t what one would call normal. That week, day by day, Judy was slowly becoming my big sister. She couldn’t and wouldn’t replace Elliot as my big brother. It was a weird situation to say the least. The odd part was I beginning to like it. Of course I protested Monday morning when Judy laid out a pink mini skirt and pink satin blouse for me to wear that day. Really it wasn’t any shorter than the Wildcat cheerleader uniform I wore Sunday. There is a psychological difference between wearing a cheerleader uniform with a mini skirt, and an everyday mini skirt. Both show the same amount of leg. A lady must remember to keep her legs together when she sits down.

Judy picked out a soft pale blue miniskirt and a blue silk blouse to wear. That girl was so fashion coordinated she must have been handed instructions while still inside her mom’s womb.

Looking back, I realized Elliot and Judy planned awfully hard to make sure I was exposed to the world as Barbara as much as humanly possible. There weren’t any quiet days at home. Monday, mini skirt and all, we made two different malls and browsed all the stores. Thankfully Judy and I were wearing sneakers instead of heels or flats. Elliot gave me a hundred dollars to carry before we entered the mall. At Speeds Shoes inside the Kingsford Mall, Judy and I purchased sneakers to replace the ones we had borrowed with the Wildcat uniforms. It was one of the unwritten rules that, when a girl borrowed a uniform and sneakers, she replaced the sneakers with a new pair.

Actually it was kind of nice to think the sneakers I was wearing were picked out by a Wildcat cheerleader named Toni. It’s that psychological thing again. We made it back to Sherry and Ethan’s house around six for dinner. I guess I was getting use to mom and dad seeing me as Barbara instead of Buddy. I was hesitant instead of scared when Elliot pulled up into our driveway.

Sherry and Ethan were in the den watching TV when we walked in. Mom smiled as she turned her attention in my direction. “Barbara, you and Judy look…, cute. What did you and Judy do today? I bet you had fun whatever it was.”

“We went to the malls, Mrs. Peck.” Actually, I did have fun.

Sherry rose off the couch, walked over and put her arm around my shoulder as she steered me toward the kitchen. “Call me mom, hon. Ethan isn’t too keen on being called Mr. Peck either. Remember to call him dad while you’re here. If you don’t mind, help me set the table. I have a roast ready in the oven. You can tell me what you and Judy looked at while cruising the malls.”

Cruising the malls? I never heard mom say it quite like that. I guess it was a good explanation of what we had done all day. “Judy found a bracelet she liked at Gordman’s Jewelry. It was silver with a double helix filigree design. She called Miriam and asked if she could buy it. I think Miriam told Judy to think about it for a week. If she still wanted it then, she could buy it.”

“Sounds like good advice to me. Judy might not be so smitten by the bracelet if she has to wait to buy it next week. Was it worth the price they were asking? Gordman’s is an upscale jeweler. They are on the pricey side.” Sherry was taking the roast out of the oven.

Looking at the diamond tennis bracelet Judy slipped on my left wrist that morning, along with the matching watch, I gave it some thought before I answered. “The bracelet was on sale which is what caught Judy’s eye. I doubt she would wear it more than once or twice and then put it in her jewelry chest to be forgotten. No, I guess it wouldn’t be worth the price to wear a couple times. I think Judy realized as much before she called Miriam.”

Sherry turned to study me as she nodded in agreement. “Judy is a very level headed girl. If Ethan and I had a daughter I would wish for her to be as smart and as pretty as Judy.”

“I wish I was half as pretty as you and Judy…,” Slipped out before my brain engaged.

Mom’s face and her eyes changed in a very small indefinable way. It didn’t dawn on me at the time as I was too embarrassed by my verbal slip. Looking back, that was the instant I thought mom realized the truth about her daughter.

Mom walked over and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into her breasts as she laid her head up against mine. “Judy is a beautiful young lady. You have a different beauty than Judy. You’re a very beautiful young lady Barbara. I know your mom is proud of you.”

She pushed back and headed for the hallway. “Excuse me, I must have something in my eye.”

I couldn’t help but notice that mom’s voice changed pitch, like she was mad or upset. Mom and I were close. Close enough we usually could feel each other’s emotions without saying anything. At that moment there was no doubt in my mind she knew I was Buddy and not Barbara. Was it possible she was in on this situation with Elliot and Judy? If she did know, why would she go along with the charade?

Needing something akin to normal I set to finishing getting dinner on the table. The same thing I had helped mom do the past ten years. I was on auto pilot when I retrieved the meat platter out of the cabinet and placed the roast on it, before setting it on the table. Gravy, mashed potatoes were in the microwave. The green beans were on top the stove along with the cooked carrots. The garlic bread would still be in the oven. I knew where mom left the food as this was the same way we had done it since I could remember.

Mom walked back into the kitchen as I finished placing the plates and silverware on the table. It was time to call the others to dinner. She looked at me for long, long seconds, her lips quivering as she tried to speak. Shaking her head, she turned and walked back out of the kitchen.

There was no doubt mom knew and I had upset her. Was it because I was acting like a girl or...? I only knew I had upset her for whatever reason. I headed to the living room where the others were watching TV. “Dinner’s on the table.”

Dad was the first one up. “Great, I’m starved.” He headed for the kitchen.

I caught Elliot by the sleeve as he walked by me. “We gotta talk.”

Elliot stopped, with a puzzled look on his face. “What’s up Barbara?”

“Outside, the car.” I headed for the front door.

Elliot and Judy walked out behind me and followed me to the car. I didn’t get in. Instead I walked around to the other side away from the house and turned around to face Elliot as he and Judy approached. “This has gone too far. Mom knows. I’ve hurt her. We can’t do this any more. Change me back.”

Elliot and Judy looked at each other before he turned his attention back in my direction. “Barbara, we can’t.”

He held up his hand before I could say anything. “Hear me out. There are a lot of reasons we can’t. You, Barbara, has to go home to Dallas Friday. Everyone knows you are only here for a visit. Barbara has to go home.”

“But…,”

“Listen, I’m not through. There isn’t any instant out in this situation. I’m afraid the tool for removing the earrings hasn’t arrived yet. I’m sure my brother isn’t going to make mom and dad happy if he shows up wearing the earrings Barbara has been wearing the past few days. Are you positive mom knows? Are you that sure something else might not have upset her? Remember, we are talking about mom. I’ve seen her cry when the pie didn’t turn out to her perfection.”

“Well…,” No, I wasn’t that sure. I thought mom knew. Maybe it could have been something else that upset her?

“Barbara, don’t start counting yourself out unless you’re absolutely positive. Even then, Buddy can’t come home. He’s at church camp. It will be after the trip to Dallas before Buddy can come back.” Elliot waited for a response from me.

I wasn’t positive mom knew. I thought I knew. It was possible I could be mistaken. The idea of being Buddy with Barbara’s earrings didn’t appeal to me. If I had my druthers I would rather be Barbara wearing Barbara’s earrings. I looked down at my pink mini skirt and brushed it down with my hands. “I can’t hurt mom or dad. No matter what, I’m not going to hurt them. Barbara disappears and Buddy doesn’t come home from church camp if that is what it takes. Are we clear? I swear I’ll run away before I hurt mom and dad.”

Elliot got a dead serious look on his face. “We’re clear. Buddy, I’ve never lied to you. No one is going to get hurt. This was supposed to be fun. Tell me honestly, do you really mind being my beautiful cousin Barbara from Dallas? Didn’t you have fun at the prom Friday night? It sure looked like you were having fun at the park Saturday. It looked like you were having fun trying out for the cheerleaders with Judy and the others. I know you were having fun showing off for those guys by making those impossible shots in the gym. And…,”

I nodded in agreement. Some of it was scary. Knowing Elliot wouldn’t let anything happen to me made it less scary. Judy was a lot of fun as the sister I never had. I didn’t want them to think I was having too much fun. “Well, yeah, I guess.”

“Mom and dad are going to be wondering what happened to us. Let’s go eat.” Elliot put his hand in the small of Judy’s back. He motioned for me to step up to the opposite side. “Come on, cousin Barbara.”

It was the exact thing I needed to give me the courage to walk back into the house. Elliot always did have a way of making me feel he was between the world and me, no matter what might happen. I was the luckiest kid in the whole world to have a big brother like Elliot, whether I was Buddy or Barbara.

Mom and dad were seated at the table when the three of us walked back into the house. Dad looked up as a smile spread across his face. “I thought I was going to have to come drag you kids to the table. Sherry won’t let me eat until we say grace.”

It was one of the things we usually did around the dinner table, unless we were scattered due to sports or something and coming in at odd hours. We also took turns, after a fashion. It was Elliot’s turn to say grace. He usually klutzed it on purpose. The last time it was his turn he bowed his head and chuckled before he said, “Food is good when it is hot. Food is bad when it is cold. Let us eat it before we grow old. Amen!” If mom would have laid her hands on something I think she would have smacked him that time.

I really expected Elliot to get cute this time too as we sat down at the table.

He bowed his head. “God bless this food. We are blessed to have three beautiful women grace our table as we share this food. Thank you for showering us with such abundance. Amen.”

In shock I looked up.

Judy was looking back. She smiled and winked at me. “Thank you Elliot. Us girls appreciate the compliment.”

“We sure do. Thank you Elliot for the compliment. That was very sweet of you.” Mom gave Elliot a smile.

“Thanks” I mumbled as my face flushed in embarrassment.

“All true, I assure you.” Elliot’s eyes were dancing as he looked at Judy.

“May I eat now?” Dad was staring at the roast.

“Ethan…,” Mom looked at dad.

“What? I know I have three beautiful ladies at the table. I married the prettiest girl in the whole world. Barbara is a Peck. It stands to reason she’s a beautiful lady. Judy comes from excellent stock. She couldn’t help but be a beautiful lady, even if she tried not to be.” Dad’s voice was filled with laughter.

Mom looked around the table. “Ladies, we are dining with two handsome gentlemen this evening. Please let’s eat. Barbara helped set the table. Barbara your help was most appreciated. Thank you.

“You’re welcome Mrs. Peck.” Needless to say, I was extra careful to mind my manners as the food was passed around the table. I was still thinking mom knew. It was one of those feelings that wouldn’t go away.

Tuesday morning Judy’s parents left before I was wide awake. Judy motioned me to follow her as soon as I rolled out of bed. We ended up in the back sun porch. She dropped a towel around my shoulders after she had me sit down on a stool.

“What’s up?” I was curious what Judy had planned.

“I’m going to trim and shape your hair.” She started brushing my hair forward over my face.

“I like my hair the way it is. Judy, don’t ruin it. I don’t like it short.” Most of my life I wore my hair down past my shoulders.

“I’m not going to shorten it. I’m going to shape it. Hush and let me work.” She was busy with the scissors.

Twenty or thirty minutes later she stopped and backed up to look. “I like it. Let’s get dressed.”

“Okay, where’s the mirror? What did you do?” I could see hair on the floor around my feet.

Without answering she led me back to the bedroom and plopped me down in front of the dresser where she went to work with a vengeance with the makeup. After she was satisfied with the makeup she pulled a full slip out of the drawer and a red silk dress out of the closet. “Get dressed while I get ready.”

Forty minutes later Judy had transformed into a beautiful young lady. She was no longer a teenager, with the makeup tricks she had applied. If I had to guess, I would guess her at twenty to twenty two. She put so much sizzle into her makeup I figured there wasn’t any sizzle left for any other girl in the world. She slipped into a bustier style, black velvet dress with a matching bolero jacket. The jacket had white scrolled embroidery on it. She was wearing four inch, black velvet pumps with an ankle strap. A diamond choker, diamond bracelets, and diamond dangle earrings finished out her attire.

She picked up a black shoulder purse with a gold chain strap. She turned around one time and put her hands on her hips. “What do you think?”

I would have traded my whole life to look half as pretty as her right then. She was so hot! “Words aren’t enough. There isn’t a prettier girl in the whole world. I’m so jea…,”

Judy giggled. “Jealous Barbara? Hon, have you looked in the mirror? I don’t think you are running any seconds here. Step over here and let us finish you up.”

She handed me a bolero jacket that matched the red silk dress I was wearing. It had rhinestones in swirled patterns down both sides. There was a matching shoulder purse and stiletto heeled pumps with a four inch heel.

She handed me a second bracelet and finished up by placing long dangle, miniature, chandelier earrings in my ears. They softly tinkled and reflected and sparkled with the slightest movement of my head. I was beginning to feel a little 'wow' myself.

Judy took my hand and led me back over to the dresser. She brushed my hair so it shadowed my face. “What do you think now?”

When Judy trimmed my hair she had cut it, so it now feathered toward the sides of my face. I was looking into the mirror at a young woman. With Judy’s makeup tricks she had turned me into a twenty to twenty two year old. There wasn’t any sign of Buddy in there any place. The teenager was gone, along with the boy.

“Wow! Is that me?” I reached out to touch the mirror. It was impossible to believe I was the young woman I was looking at. There were no mirror magic tricks there. I was touching me in the mirror.

“You like?” Came from the young woman standing behind me.

“May I keep her?” I looked at Judy’s reflection after I thought about what I had said. “Judy…,” No matter how hard I wanted to say I would rather be Barbara instead of Buddy, I just couldn’t.

“We’re ready any time.” Judy pulled the cell phone out of her purse and was talking to someone on the other end. “Five minutes? Great.”

“Let’s get a snack and go.” Judy was motioning for me to follow her again.

“Where are we going?” For the first time since Judy and Elliot had transformed me, I wanted someone, anyone to see the person I was looking at in the mirror. I rose and followed Judy into the kitchen.

She dropped a couple popups into the toaster. “I am going to go apply for my driver’s license today.”

I stopped before I retrieved a couple glasses out of the cabinet. “And you dressed up for…, Wait a second. You are only fifteen, the same as me. You can’t get your driver’s license yet. Last time I checked, a person had to be sixteen for that.”

Judy laughed as she pointed toward the cabinet. “Glasses and milk Barbara. Elliot is going to be here in a few minutes to take us down to the license department.”

I retrieved the glasses and headed for the fridge and milk. “Did you hear what I said? Fifteen qualifies you for a scooter license. Is that what you are going after?”

There was the sound of a car horn outside as the toaster coughed up two popups. Judy snatched them up, handed one to me, took the extra glass of milk and headed for the door. “Ride is here. We eat in the car.”

The doorbell rang just as Judy opened the door. Elliot was standing there in a suit and tie. He blinked as he stared at Judy. He never said it but mouthed the word, WOW!

Judy nodded her head in my direction. “Take a look at your cousin Barbara.”

Elliot leaned over to look past Judy…, and coughed. “Oh my god! Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing? Is that really her?”

Judy nodded again. “Hot huh?”

“Uh…, ah…, gulp…, well…, I mean if she wasn’t my…, yeah…, yeah, she is.” Elliot stepped aside to let us pass.

He closed the door behind us and then beat it to the car to open the door for Judy and me.

I slid into the back before Judy slid into the front.

Elliot soon had the little Mustang headed out to the boulevard. Fifteen minutes later he was up on the freeway, headed east.

“You have the papers.” Judy finished up her popup and was licking her fingers.

“Got everything.” He slowed down, dropped off the freeway onto three eighty one headed north. The city was thinning out.

“Where we going?” I was curious as to why we were headed out of town? Judy said she was going to the DMV. I had no idea where it was at, but I was positive it wasn’t in the direction we were now headed.

“We are going to Vergus so Judy can take her driver’s license test.” Elliot glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

“Vergus? Why Vergus?” I couldn’t imagine why Judy would need to go to an itty bitty town sixty miles north, to take a driver’s test?

“No crowds, no waiting in line for hours. Enjoy the ride.” Elliot was talking like a big brother.

“Sure.” I didn’t think we were saving any time by driving for an hour each way instead of going to the DMV back in town. I leaned back to enjoy the scenery.

It was almost an hour and ten minutes later when Elliot pulled into a parking space in front of a small brick building in downtown Vergus. I wasn’t sure, but I bet the total population was one thousand to two thousand people.

Elliot killed the car, walked around and opened Judy’s door. “Let’s see.”

“Come on Barbara, you will get too hot sitting here in the car.” Judy slid out and waited.

I slid out and straightened my skirt.

Elliot held out an envelope toward me. “Listen to me. Even though you go by the name Barbara, your full name is Lady Barbara Peck. You mark all the sex questions as female. Tell me, what is your full name?”

“Lady? My first name is Lady?” I was wondering what these two were up to now?

“Lady Barbara Peck, mark all the sex questions as female.” He pushed the envelope into my hand.

Elliot gathered Judy and me up as he walked us up to the door. The building wasn’t any more impressive inside than it was outside.

There was a guy sitting behind a desk to our right. “May I help you?”

“We are here to take our driver’s test.” Judy motioned toward me as she answered.

WE! I felt my knees grow weak.

“Your names?” He was looking toward Judy to me.

“Judy Mecham” She pointed in my direction. “Lady Peck”

“Do you have the papers?” The man held out his hand.

Judy reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope like the one Elliot handed to me. She walked up and handed it to the guy.

He opened it up, pulled out a couple sheets, and unfolded them. He quickly scanned them before he looked up at me. “Miss Peck, your papers please.”

Hesitantly I walked up and handed him the envelope Elliot had passed to me outside.

He opened it up, took out the papers and scanned them even more quickly. “Okay.” He picked up a sheath of papers off the desk and handed it to Judy. “Miss Mecham, take a seat, answer all the questions, no time limit. Let me know when you are finished.”

He held out another stack of papers in my direction. “Miss Peck.”

It was an automatic response as I reached out and took them.

“Same thing, answer all the questions, no time limit, let me know when you’re finished.”

“Uh,” I was looking at a drivers test.

I followed Judy over across the room, where there were chairs and desks. What in the world was I doing? I picked up a pencil off the desk and started filling in the answers. It was only by sheer luck I had started studying the drivers manual a few months before, in preparation for driver’s ed this summer. Twenty four minutes later I was through. Now what? I looked up at the man on the other side of the room.

“Miss Peck I can’t help you. If you aren’t sure, take a guess at the answer, rather than leaving it blank.”

“Uh, no, I’m…, I’m finished.” I laid my pencil down.

“Finished? Okay, let me have it then.”

I rose from the chair, walked across the room, and handed him the papers.

He took a transparent overlay and placed it on the first page. Seconds later he flipped to the second page and laid another overlay on it. He went on to the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth pages. He laid it down and looked up at me. “Good. Ready for the driving test?”

“Driving test?” What in the world was I doing?

“Let’s see if you can drive as good as you can answer test questions.” He rose from the desk and headed for the door. “Miss Mecham, if you finish before we get back, lay your test sheet on the desk.”

“Yes Sir.” Judy was still working on the fifth page.

We walked out to Elliot’s Mustang. “Miss Lady Peck, if you will, get in and start the car. Turn on your right and then left blinkers while I check.”

“Sure.” I slid in and started up the Mustang. I turned on the right blinker, saw him nod, and then I turned on the left blinker.

He slid into the passenger side. “Back out, go straight down the street for three blocks and turn right.”

“I don’t have a license.” I was positive I didn’t want to be picked up driving without a license.

He laughed as he looked in my direction. “Miss Peck, this is one case where it is perfectly legal. The only way I am going to know if you are qualified to operate a motor vehicle is if you prove to me you can. Please, shall we proceed?”

I checked over my left shoulder, looked over my right for traffic. There wasn’t a car in sight so I backed out. Two and a half blocks down I turned on my right blinker and turned right at the next intersection.

“That’s good. Go down four blocks and turn right. Circle back around in front of the DMV and parallel park. It is marked for straight in parking. I want to see you parallel park. It isn’t a trick and it isn’t intended to make you do something illegal so I can flunk you. We don’t have parallel parking in this town so we make believe. I want you to make believe the only parking in front of the DMV is parallel parking.”

“Okay.” I made all the right signals as I circled around to park in front of the DMV building. I stopped in the street, checked for traffic and backed in parallel to the curb.

He leaned over to look at the curb. “Perfect. Okay, pull out and park it like it was before you got in it.”

I checked over my left shoulder for traffic, looked in the mirror, turned on my left blinker, checked the mirror and over my shoulder one more time, and pulled out. I circled the block and pulled back into the parking space in front of the building.

He nodded in agreement as he slid out of the car. “I usually get them the first time on that one. After they pull out they want to back down the street and pull into the parking space instead of going around. Everyone flunks the first time on that test.”

I killed the car and followed him back into the building.

He motioned me to a chair in front of a camera. “Please take a seat.”

He was adjusting the camera as I sat down in the chair. “Miss Peck, please do not look directly at the camera. It will give you red eye. Look off to about four or six inches to the side of the camera please.”

There was a flash. He walked to his desk and picked up the envelope I handed him earlier. He sat down and started typing into a computer. Minutes later he finished up and walked back across the room to the camera. There was a whir and a plastic card slid out. He reached up and pulled it the rest of the way out, inspecting it before he handed it to me.

It was still hot as I took it. I choked. I was looking at a Texas driver’s license issued to Lady Barbara Peck. There was no way this should be happening. How many legal papers did Elliot and Judy have to forge to make this happen?

Judy handed him her test sheets. He finished with them in minutes and motioned for the door. “You did good. Let’s go take the car test.”

“Good luck.” I hollered before I leaned over in Judy’s direction as she walked past me. “Don’t back up after parallel parking. Circle the block.” I whispered softly.

Twenty eight minutes later we were back in Elliot’s Mustang headed home. I was in shock. “I’m going to prison. God is going to punish me. I’m going to hell. Texas is going to send me to prison for lying on a driver’s test, for falsifying papers, for impersonating someone I’m not.

Judy turned around in the seat so she could look at me. “Barbara, listen to me. You aren’t going to prison. It is a hardship license. You can legally drive as long as you have a licensed older driver in the car with you.”

“Are you insane? I don’t qualify for a hardship license. Unless you and Elliot have completely lost all senses, I am certainly not the person on that license. That license was issued to Lady Barbara Peck. That is MISS Lady Barbara Peck. I’m going to prison if God doesn’t get me first. They will figure it out by morning. I’m going to prison.” I pushed the license up under her nose.

She took it and studied it for awhile. “You know, you’re very photogenic. You take pictures very well. The cameras like you.”

“I’m going to prison.” I wailed, as I rolled my eyes. “I lied on an official document.” What was it she didn’t understand about me going to prison?

She handed the license back to me. “Broken record hon. Let’s be very clear about this. You aren’t going to prison. Don’t do anything foolish with this license. Mind all your p’s and q’s when you are behind the wheel. Don’t do anything to get picked up for. If you are stopped, don’t panic. The license is a real license. It is registered in the DMV records. You are Lady Barbara Peck in the Texas Motor Department records. In four months provided, you haven’t picked up any tickets or violations, when you turn sixteen all you have to do is turn in this license. A new one will be issued without any restrictions.

“But I’m NOT Lady Barbara Peck. What is the matter with you two? I’m going to prison, if not tomorrow, certainly if I try to turn in this license.” I looked at the license, willing it to change to Buddy Ethan Peck. How could my life become so complicated in less than five days? Four and one half days ago I was Buddy, going to my last day in junior high. Now I was a career criminal, breaking every law in the country. I could see my picture, the picture I so willingly posed for in the DMV, going up on every Post Office wall in the country. I would be on the most wanted bulletin board. The FBI, CIA, NASA, FEMA, would have a rap sheet on me. I’d be on every milk carton, not as a lost child, but America’s Most Wanted.

I looked at that driver’s license which was my foray into the world of crime. I did look cute. The only redeeming factor was, when my picture ran on television’s Most Wanted, it wouldn’t look like a mug shot. I’d look cute. “I’m going to prison.”

Elliot glanced in the rear view mirror. “I heard that. Barbara, common usage still constitutes a legal name in some parts of this country. We may have stretched that one just a little. You are using Barbara Peck as a common usage name. We pushed the envelope a little, but we didn’t actually break it in the literal sense. Lady Barbara Peck is a common usage name. Think of it like this. Dad owns EDP. He signs the company checks as EDP, which is a legal name. It isn’t dad’s true name, but it's legal in every respect because he is EDP.”

“You are Lady Barbara Peck. Although you haven’t been using the name long enough to actually call it common usage, it is a gray area. One must start using a name at sometime before it actually is in use long enough to be called legal common usage.”

Studying the rhinestones on the front of my jacket I was wondering how I managed to get so deep into being Lady Barbara Peck? Not that I really minded, but wasn’t there something wrong with this picture? “I wonder if they are going to make me wear one of those ugly, black and white striped prison uniforms?”

Elliot and Judy burst out laughing. He glanced in Judy’s direction. “That is something I would expect you to say.”

“I’m not going to prison for that exact reason. Their uniforms are so ugly.” Judy giggled.

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