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Uncle Wiggly in Connecticut
Ramonaneitherstrugglednorcried;sheletherselfbemovedwithoutactuallysubmittingtoit.
"Nowgotosleep,"Eloisesaid,breathingheavily."Closeyoureyes....Youheardme,closethem."
Ramonaclosedhereyes.
Eloisewentovertothelightswitchandflickeditoff.Butshestoodforalongtimeinthedoorway.Then,suddenly,sherushed,inthedark,overtothenighttable,bangingherkneeagainstthefootofthebed,buttoofullofpurposetofeelpain.ShepickedupRamona’sglassesand,holdingtheminbothhands,pressedthemagainsthercheek.Tearsrolleddownherface,wettingthelenses."PoorUncleWiggily,"shesaidoverandoveragain.Finally,sheputtheglassesbackonthenighttable,lensesdown.
Shestoopedover,losingherbalance,andbegantotuckintheblanketsofRamona’sbed.Ramonawasawake.Shewascryingandhadbeencrying.Eloisekissedherwetlyonthemouthandwipedthehairoutofhereyesandthenlefttheroom.
Shewentdownstairs,staggeringnowverybadly,andwakenedMaryJane.
"Wuzzat?Who?Huh?"saidMaryJane,sittingboltuprightonthecouch.
"MaryJane.Listen.Please,"Eloisesaid,sobbing."Yourememberourfreshmanyear,andIhadthatbrawn-and-yellowdressIboughtinBoise,andMiriamBalltoldmenobodyworethosekindofdressesinNewYork,andIcriedallnight?"EloiseshookMaryJane’sarm."Iwasanicegirl,"shepleaded,"wasn’tI?"
