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Carrie raised her eyebrows at Emma as the plane taxied toward the terminal. "Anything?" she asked. "Aren't you supposed to
add Vithin reason' or 'that my parents would approve of,' or something like that?"
"Anything" Emma repeated firmly.
Both girls undid their safety belts and stood up to get their bags from the overhead compartment. "Emma," Carrie said, reaching for her bag, "I like the way you think. Sunny Florida, here we come!"
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"Eeeeeeeeeeek!" Sam screamed happily when she saw Emma and Carrie walking toward her in the airport. Sam jumped up and down with excitement, waving at them maniacally. Next to five-foot-ten Sam was a seven-foot-tall Goofy, also jumping up and down and waving with equal happiness.
"Omigod, I can't believe you guys are really here!" Sam screamed as she enveloped both Carrie and Emma in a three-way bear hug. Goofy wrapped his long arms around all three of them.
"That's enough, Danny," Sam told Goofy. Goofy stepped back good-naturedly. "This is my friend Danny Franklin," Sam told her friends. "He plays Goofy at Disney World."
"So we see," said Emma, grinning at Goofy. Goofy waved at her.
"I missed you guys so much!" Sam said, hugging them both again. Goofy moved to join in. "Please," Sam snorted at him, which stopped him short. Somehow, even through his Goofy face, he managed to look crestfallen.
"Don't you talk?" Carrie asked him, peering up at him. Goofy shrugged.
"He thinks it's method acting or something," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "See, when he's playing Goofy at Disney World he can't talk, so he refuses to talk whenever he's wearing his Goofy outfit," she explained.
"I see," said Emma, who was biting her lip to keep from laughing.
Sam turned to Goofy. "Danny, how about you go get the van and bring it around to the door by the baggage pickup?" she suggested. "We'll meet you there."
Goofy put his hands on his hips and looked at Sam as if he was angry.
"I'm sorry, Goofy," Sam said. "I didn't mean to call you Danny."
Goofy nodded happily and loped off toward the exit.
Emma, Carrie, and Sam stared at one
another for a second, and then all three of them burst out laughing.
"Only you, Sam," Carrie said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"What can I say? He's in love with me, he takes me everywhere," Sam said with a sigh. "He's got this great van, and I'm too poor to afford a car yet, so he's kind of useful."
"Sam!" Emma reproached her, shaking her head. "How can you lead poor Goofy on?"
"I kind of like him, actually," Sam said, shrugging. "Anyhow, as you will see, he is to-die-for cute underneath that costume. The only problem is that he's really shy, so he feels more comfortable when he's Goofy than when he's Danny."
"I'd be shy if I were seven feet tall, too," Emma said.
"No, he's only a little over six feet tall, really," Sam explained as they headed toward the baggage carousels. "His eyes are looking out of Goofy's mouth." She surveyed her two best friends happily. "I'm so glad to see you guys. You both look so great!"
"So do you," Carrie told Sam. "But then you always look great."
Sam had on a short full black cotton skirt with a Day-Glo green crinoline petticoat peeking out from underneath it. With it she wore a black T-shirt trimmed with lace. On her feet were her trademark red cowboy boots.
"Thanks," Sam said, spinning around for them. She scrutinized Carrie again. "Something's different about you, though, Carrie. What is it?"
"I think she lost weight," Emma said, transferring her overnight bag to her other shoulder.
"But I didn't," Carrie said.
"I know what it is!" Sam said, stopping in her tracks. "You're not wearing baggy clothes! You look just incredible!"
Carrie grinned. Her friends had tried to convince her all summer that she should stop trying to hide her curvy figure under baggy, oversized T-shirts and pants, but Carrie had felt too self-conscious to listen to
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them. Somehow being at Yale had given her confidence, and she'd recently started wearing the occasional miniskirt, or a top that skimmed her torso instead of hiding it. Today she had on a white sleeveless cotton mock turtleneck with snug-fitting blue jeans.
Sam spun her around and whistled. "Get down, girl, you are hot!"
"Well, I'll never be a size five," Carrie said, "but I'm getting more okay about it."
"We all can't be as perfectly petite as Emma," Sam said, craning her neck to see if the luggage was arriving yet.
Emma smiled. Same old Sam, she thought. There was simply no censor between Sam's brain and her mouth. Emma had learned that Sam meant nothing hostile by her comments. In fact, if anything, Emma had learned to lighten up because of those comments, and at the beginning of the summer, she had really needed to do exactly that. She had just never had the opportunity to be around ordinary people.
"Speaking of perfect," Sam continued, checking out the paisley tapestry vest that Emma wore over a tank top, "that vest is killer."
"Thanks," Emma said, sweeping her per--feet blond hair behind one diamond-studded ear. "I got it in SoHo a couple of days ago. I went on this outrageous shopping spree with my Aunt Liz."
"And spent outrageous bucks, no doubt," Sam said with a sigh. "I'm telling you, being poor sucks."
"But you're earning money at Disney World, aren't you?" Carrie asked. "I can't believe that you're actually a professional dancer now!" she added.
"Yeah, it's great," Sam said. "But as you can imagine, my parents just about gave birth when I called and told them I left school to take this job. They won't subsidize me one penny unless I go back to school, so I actually have to live on the money I make."
"There's my duffel bag," Carrie said, pointing to an olive-green bag that was moving toward them on the carousel.
"I'll grab it," Sam said, reaching her long arms out to scoop up the bag.
"You mean you called them on the telephone to tell them you had already left school?" Emma asked Sam. "You didn't even discuss it with them before you dropped out?"
"Of course not," Sam said. "They would have killed me. I didn't call them until I had signed the contract and flown to Florida. Then it was too late for them to stop me."
"You realize dont you," said Carrie, "that it's just possible that someday you will have a daughter just like you who will make your life miserable?"
"Puh-teeze." Sam shuddered. "Don't talk
to me about kids. I don't intend to have any. They're a royal pain."