and I came to anotion.

    Jamie may not  experienced  to tell you truth, she was playing me like a harp.

    During t tance, she wore her hair in a bun again.

    On Neook Jamie out to dinner. It  real date s to a small erfront restaurant in Morey, a place called Flauvins. Flauvins aurant ableclot pieces of silverting. ters lers, and   completely lined tc reflecting off ter.

    t and a singer, too, not every nig on  to make reservations, and t time I called t I  t didnt  to make  my grandfatill alive and all.

    It ually my moms idea to take Jamie out someplace special. A couple of days before, on one of talked to my mom about through.

    quot;S, Mom,quot; I confessed. quot;I mean, I kno know if s I do.”

    quot;Does s muco you?quot; she asked.

    quot;Yes,quot; I said quietly.

    quot;ell, w ried so far?”

    quot; do you mean?”

    My mom smiled. quot;I mean t young girls, even Jamie, like to be made to feel special.”

    I t about t for a moment, a little confused. asnt t rying to do?

    quot;ell, Ive been going to o visit,quot; I said.

    My mom put  a great imes stuck it to me, like I said earlier, s lady.

    quot;Going to o do, but its not t romantic t   her.”

    My mom suggested buying some perfume, and t Jamie , it didnt sound rigo me. For one t didnt alloion being tmas play-I old my mom as muc aking  to dinner.

    quot;I dont ,quot; I said to edly. t too quickly. quot;It builds responsibility,quot; my fa