See you soon, I hope.

Love and kisses, Margaret

17

On the first Sunday in March Nancy invited me to spend the day in New York with her family. Evan brought Moose. It was pretty exciting riding all the way to the city with Moose Freed in the same car, except the Wheelers used their station wagon. The boys sat in the back and Nancy and I were in the middle, so if I wanted to see Moose I had to turn around and if I ride looking backwards like that I get car sick.

We went to Radio City Music Hall. Grandma used to take me there when I was little. My parents always say it's strictly for the tourists. I wanted to sit next to Moose but he and Evan found two seats off by themselves.

After the show the Wheelers took us to the Steak Place for dinner. Nancy and I ordered, then excused ourselves to go to the ladies' room. We were the only two in there, which was lucky for us because there were only two toilets and we both had to go pretty bad. Just as I was finishing up I heard Nancy moan.

'Oh no-oh no-'

'What is it, Nancy?' I asked.

'Oh please-oh no-

'Are you okay?' I banged on the wall separating us.

'Get my mother-quick!' she whispered.

I stood in front of her booth then. 'What's wrong?' I tried the door but it was locked. 'Let me in.'

Nancy started to cry. 'Please get my mother.'

'Okay. I'm going. I'll be right back.'

I raced to our table in the dining room, hoping Nancy wouldn't faint or anything like that before I got back with her mother.

I whispered to Mrs. Wheeler, ' Nancy 's sick. She's in the bathroom crying and she wants you.'

Mrs. Wheeler jumped up and followed me back to the ladies' room. I could hear Nancy sobbing.

' Nancy?' Mrs. Wheeler called, trying the door.

'Oh Mom-I'm so scared! Help me-please.'

'The door's locked, Nancy. I can't get in,' Mrs. Wheeler said. 'You've got to unlock it.'

'I can't-I can't-' Nancy cried.

'I could crawl under and open it from the other side,' I suggested. 'Should I?' I asked Mrs. Wheeler.

She nodded.

I gathered my skirt around my legs so it wouldn't drag on the floor and crawled under the door. Nancy 's face was buried in her hands. I unlocked the door for Mrs. Wheeler, then waited outside by the sinks. I wondered if Nancy would have to go to the hospital or what. I hoped she didn't have anything catching.

In a few minutes Mrs. Wheeler opened the door a crack and handed me some change. 'Margaret,' she said, 'would you get us a sanitary napkin please?' I must have given her a strange look because she said, 'From the dispenser on the wall, dear. Nancy 's menstruating.'

'Does she always act like that?'

'It's her first time,' Mrs. Wheeler explained. 'She's frightened.' Nancy was still crying and there was a lot of whispering going on.

I couldn't believe it! Nancy, who knew everything! She'd lied to me about her period. She'd never had it before!

I put the change into the machine and pulled the lever. The sanitary napkin popped out in a cardboard box. I handed it to Mrs. Wheeler.

' Nancy, calm down,' I heard her mother say. 'I can't help you if you don't stop crying.'

Suppose I hadn't been along that day? I'd never have found out about Nancy. I almost wished I hadn't.

Finally Nancy and her mother came out of the booth and Mrs. Wheeler suggested that Nancy wash up before coming back to the table. 'I'm going to tell the others not to worry,' she said. 'Don't be too long, girls.'

I didn't know what to say. I mean, what can you say when you've just found out your friend's a liar!

Nancy washed her hands and face. I handed her two paper towels to dry herself. 'Are you okay?' I asked. I felt kind of sorry for Nancy then. I want my period too, but not enough to lie about it.

Nancy faced me. 'Margaret, please don't tell.'

'Oh Nancy… '

'I mean it. I'd die if the others knew. Promise you won't tell about me,' she begged.

'I won't.'

'I thought I had it that time. You know… I didn't just make it all up. It was a mistake.'

'Okay,' I said.

'You won't tell?'

'I said I wouldn't.'

We walked back to the table and joined the others for dinner. Our steaks were just being served. I sat next to Moose. He smelled very nice. I wondered if he shaved because the nice smell reminded me of my father's after- shave lotion. I got to touch his hand a couple of times because he was a lefty and I'm a righty so now and then we'd bump. He said he always has that trouble at round tables. He was definitely number one in my Boy Book, even if nobody knew it but me.

I could only finish half of my steak. The Wheelers took the other half home in a doggie bag. I knew they didn't have a dog but naturally I didn't tell the waitress.

Are you there God? It's me, Margaret. Nancy Wheeler is a big fake. She makes up stories! I'll never be able to trust her again. I will wait to find out from you if I am normal or not. If you would like to give me a sign, fine. If not, I'll try to be patient. All I ask is that I don't get it in school because if I had to tell Mr. Benedict I know I would die. Thank you God.

18

On March eighth I was twelve years old. The first thing I did was sniff under my arms, the way my mother does. Nothing! I didn't smell a thing. Still, now that I was twelve, I decided I'd better use deodorant, just in case. I went into my parents' bathroom and reached for my mother's roll-on. When I got dressed I went down to the kitchen for breakfast.

'Happy Birthday, Margaret!' my mother sang, bending over to kiss me while I was drinking my orange juice.

'Thank you, Mom,' I said. 'I used your deodorant.'

My mother laughed. 'You don't have to use mine. I'll get you your own.'

'You will?' I asked.

'Sure, if you want to use it regularly.'

'Well, I think I'd better. I'm twelve now, you know.'

'I know-I know.' My mother smiled at me while she cut some banana onto my cereal.

Grandma sent me a hundred-dollar savings bond as she does every year-plus three new sweaters with Made Expressly for You… by Grandma labels in them, a new bathing suit and an airline ticket to Florida! Round trip, leaving from Newark Airport at noon on April fourth. Was I excited!

In school Mr. Benedict shook my hand and wished me a lot of good luck in the coming year. He led the class in singing 'Happy Birthday' to me. Nancy, Janie and Gretchen chipped in and bought me the new Mice Men record album. They gave it to me at lunch. Nancy mailed me a separate birthday card signed, A million thanks to the best friend a girl could ever have. I guess she was still scared I'd give away her secret.

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