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Randall Jones. Coming back from Marcia's alleyway again. Are all
boys that dumb, or was Randy special? She watched him ride, proud of
how he sat so straight. Katie always rode straight in the saddle,
too, but there's no way Randy would ever notice. He rode on by and
smiled and waved at her, but she could see the hurt behind the
smile. She returned the smile and wave and drove home.
If Randy Jones could feel that way about me, she thought ... but
Marcia was, well, beautiful. Katie was ... pleasant? OK? Hey, at
least I'm ... kind? Yep. Kind and nice.
"Randy Jones again?" Mrs. Burchell said.
"What, Mom?"
"You look so sad."
"I wish there was something I could do, that's all."
"Well, there isn't. It's up to the guy, isn't it, Dear?"
"Still, it seems like ..."
Katie's dad twitched his head for her to follow him into the den.
He pointed to a chair.
"Why do you like this guy, Honey?"
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"He's nice to animals, he's kind to people, he ... likes horses.
He's devoted ..."
"To the Fleming girl, right?"
"Right. No way I can compete with that."
"Ever tried? Hey, my daughter can do anything."
"What do you mean?"
"Does he know how you feel about him?"
"Of course not."
"Why not?"
"You mean ... tell him? Just like that?"
"Why not? Some guys need a little ... nudge ..."
Katie hugged her dad and went to put on some makeup and change
her shirt.
Outside the sky was clear, settling in toward sunset. The day
looked ... special. Suddenly she was in a nudging mood.
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