I can honestly say, that was the  
weirdest marriage proposal that I’d    
ever witnessed, especially since it    
didn't involve live snakes, tree-frogs,
or anything crazy like that.           
     I looked around to see if I could 
see Fangs and almost went back in but  
decided against it.                    
     While getting in the car, I       
realized that I didn’t have to tell    
Beth about my secret friends anymore,  
and my phone started vibrating.        
     I checked, and it was a text from 
Beth, “Send me a list of your friends  
and what they like to eat and drink.”  
     “Ok,” I texted her back, and then 
saw her waving from the window.        
     What’s wrong with that girl, I    
thought, and pretended to yell, “I'm   
still in the freakin' driveway, Beth,” 
* but she just laughed and let the         
curtain fall.                          
     Maybe it's the money? Lots of     
money can make you feel giddy, and     
that's exactly how she was acting,     
giddy.                                 
     I was also feeling a little giddy,
especially with five hundred smacka-   
roonies in my pocket.                  
     While driving, I thought about the
Cat and her escape.                    
     Getting her out wasn’t gonna be   
the problem. What happened after that  
was the real problem.                  
     We had the weekend, before anyone 
would know she was gone, but I wanted  
to delay that for as long as possible. 
     My fantasy world started churning 
out ideas, and I let it run in the     
background while I parked and went     
inside.                                



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