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"Oh, don't be so worried about details," Mia answered.
"Sure, sure," Mitch said. "That's just a small detail. Where to have it. Mia, you're a flake."
"We could have a contest," Jason said. "For the most beautiful skateboard in Cedar Groves."
"He's bonkers." Susan sneered. "I always knew it."
"We could make and sell healthy, vegetarian, unpreserved meals," Nora said.
Everyone made retching noises.
"Okay. Okay," Nora said.
Jen stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Look, everyone is just throwing out dumb, spur-of-the-moment ideas that don't make any
sense."
'Thanks a bunch," Nora muttered.
"Jen is right," Denise said. "We are talking about real money here, not nickels and dimes. Four dollars isn't going to help us get much of apooL"
Steve looked up at Jen and smiled. "I agree with Jen."
Tracy sighed. "You always agree with Jen. I wish I had a boy who agreed with me."
"You just wish you had a boy," Susan said.
"We can always count on you to say something nice, Susan," Mitch said.
Lucy banged her fist on the table and said, 'This is ridiculous. We are all bickering and getting no place. I suggest we an think tonight, seriously and carefully, about a good way to raise money. We can meet tomorrow and talk about our ideas."
"I second the motion," Tracy said.
"No one made a motion," Steve said.
"Well, it sounded like a motion to me."
"Okay. Okay." Denise stood up and gathered her books together. "Let's meet at my house after school tomorrow. I have the most space to handle this mob."
"I second the motion," Tracy said.
Chapter 2.
That night, as always, Jen and Nora spoke on the phone. Jen had been writing in her diary when Nora called, and she put the blue leather book on the table next to her bed, She lifted up the pink princess phone and said, "Hi, Nora."
"How did you know it was me? It could have been Kirk Cameron or someone from U2 or even Steve!"
Jen laughed. "Steve called already. And I'm not expecting Kirk or anyone of the 2s to call tonight."
"Have you thought of anything yet?" Nora asked.
"Not really," Jen answered, straightening the white chenille bedspread on her bed. She knew that Jeff, their beloved and loving housekeeper, hated her to sit on the white spread,
but Jen always felt if you weren't supposed to sit on the bed, then there shouldn't be a phone next to it.
"Me, neither," Nora said.
"Well, I do my best thinking after I've turned out the lights, so I have time to come up with a master plan."
"Ho ho," Nora said. "You sound sure of yourself."
"Well, I'm not. Listen, what are you going to wear tomorrow?"
That was always part of their nightly call . . . they planned what they would wear the next day.
"That I am sure of," Jen said. "My green bulky sweater and the gray denims."
"Okay. I guess IТll wear my new tights, the red mini, and the red-and-white striped sweatshirt."
"YouТll look like a peppermint stick," Jen said.
"I should be that skinny. See you tomorrow.Ф
As Jen hung up, there was a knock on her door. "Can I come in?" her father's voice called out.
"Sure," Jen replied. She liked it when her father came in at night and sat on the edge of her bed, and they could talk privately. She knew that he did it partly because he liked it,
too, and partly because he felt that it would make up a little for her mother, who had died when Jen was very young. Jen knew he was sure her mother would have come in every night, if she had been alive.
Jen could hardly remember her mother. Maybe the scent of her perfume; the way her voice sounded something like little bells; the way she laughed. But Jen knew that her rather still missed her very much. Sometimes Jen thought that Ted Mann should get married again... though the idea scared her. Just the way the idea that Jeff might someday marry his girlfriend, Debby Kincaid, and leave the Manns, frightened her. Jeff had been their housekeeper for years, and the thought of his not being with them was something Jen pushed away.
"How was school today?" her father asked. "Somehow, dinners are always so frantic I never feel we have a chance to catch up. Your brother, Eric, takes up so much talk-time at the table, that you seem to get short shrift."
Jen laughed and put her cheek against her father's shoulder. "Don't worry, Dad, I don't feel neglected. Actually, the most interesting part of school was alter school. The gang tried to think of some ways to come up with money
for the pool."
"And . .." her father said.
"And nothing. We decided to think about it and all meet at Denise's tomorrow to discuss our brilliant thoughts. Of which, so far, I have none."

Mr. Mann nodded. "I know. We were talking about the same tiling in the' office today. Although, I must admit, the idea of all you kids cavorting in the pool makes me uneasy."
"Dad, you are really such a worrier. There will be a lifeguard, you know."
Mr. Mann laughed, patted Jen's cheek, and pushed her long dark hair off her forehead. "I guess I worry for two." He leaned over and kissed Jen. "Good-night, sweetheart."