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"What's going on??" Gina questions. Then we hear my father pounding on the door, I'm scared, I hear sirens. " Put your hands in the air!" I watch out the big window on the stair case, Cindy's now waking up in my lap, my father looks up,he sees me, he looks scared, worried, like he just came out of a horrible dream. Cindy starts to cry, " I want my mamma! I want my...." "Shhhhhh." Mrs. Powell takes Cindy upstairs to the twins room, and puts the twins in the same crib, laying cindy in the other. She's a good mom, she rubs her back singing a lullaby. As I'm watching I feel a slight tug on my overalls. Gina pulls me into her room. It's big, and painted pink, her clothes for saturday are laid on her dresser, and her bed is mangled, as if she got up in a hurry.
"Miraculous!" She's yells, trying to whisper. "Why didn't you tell me??" I didn't know what to say, so I just started to cry. Gina leans over and hugs me as I sob on her shoulder.
Gina and I talked. We talked for about an hour or so. She gave me one of her white nightgowns that you lace in the back. We played LIFE while watching Cinderella, and eating chocolate chip cookies, {homemade, I think} and milk.
Then there's a tap at the door, I get shivers up and down my spine. Mrs. Powell walks in, I realese the the tension, "You girls best be getting to bed, it's almost 10:30."
Gina and I both crawl into her king size bed, her mom kisses Gina on the forehead, and comes around to me, and whispers, "Everything will be all right, everything will be all right." Then she tucks me in and kisses me on the cheek. "Night ladies", she says, and turns off the light. Gina went fast, but I lay up, thinking about my father, and Cindy, and my mom.
"Common Miss. Miraculous, we gotta get up. It's 8;30, and breakfast is ready." Gina is wearing a pretty light purple dress, with a long white beau in the back. I roll over, and off, and I start to slide on my overalls. "Utah, you wore those yesterday", Gina sneers. Yesterday? Well yeah, I wear these for half the week. Gina pulls out from her walking closet, a beautiful white dress with little black beau's on the bottom. "Here, you go Mira." I thank her, and she says she'll meet me downstairs in the patio for breakfast.
As I'm walking down the staircase, I feel pretty, like a princess. I eventually find the patio, and see Mr. Powell in his suit, Mrs. Powell, in a long white dress and a big black hat. The twins are in their highchairs wearing matching black pants and blue button down sweaters.
Cindy, she looks best of all. She's wearing a pink dress, with a beau in the front, her curly blonde hair isn't all tangled up, it's in two pigtails, with little pink beau's holding them up. It used to be Gina's old dress.
The breakfast was awesome! It was sausage, and pancakes, and warm blueberry muffins. Mrs. Powell is a terrific cook.
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