![]() ![]() ![]() "I've taken the name Luna." Her eyes fixed on mine. Wouldn't want to wake the parental units upstairs. I burst into laughter, then clapped a hand over my mouth to smother the sound. It did go well with the red dress, though. It wasn't her favorite, since she thought it made her look cheap. She couldn't be serious.Įxamining the length of herself, she hooked her long hair over her ears and wiggled her hips again. Her eyes met mine in the mirror and sobered me fast. Don't you think? I'm wearing this baby to prom." In her stockinged feet, she performed a little Charleston for me. "It's an old flapper dress I found at Goodwill," she said. The layered fringe on the dress she was wearing swayed in waves. "Like it?" She shimmied in front of the mirror. I scooted my pillow against the headboard to sit up, see what she was doing. "Two thirty-three? Don't you ever sleep?" ![]() I rolled over in bed and squinted at the clock on my nightstand. It was the feel of her presence in my room that woke me-again. ![]()
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