![]() ![]() I’m not going to get-”“Amara Baker!”I stop begging. If we don’t go now, by the time we get there my sizewill be gone. I’m saying not right now.”“That is saying no. I can’t right now-I just … Give me a few hours.”“A few hours? Mom-there’s no point in going if we don’t go early.”Mom turns on her side, bends a pillow under her head.“Mom.”“Amara, I’m not saying no. But this baby and Thai food did not agree. It’s time to go.”She groans.“Mom, you promised you’d take me.” “Mom?”She turns over.“Mom, you have to wake up. I walk down the hallto Mom and Dad’s room. I get up and I’m dressedand ready in less than ten minutes-teeth brushed and all. My eyes are stinging with tiredness, andthey don’t really want to be open, but I know that while I am lying here in thiswarm, cozy bed, there’s a line wrapping around Nike. ![]()
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