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I tried to sit there in the window like David had done. I remember feeling like a traitor, like a bad friend, but the truth was I didn't think his mom was ever coming anyway, so I gave up sitting there. I hid the paper in dresser in my room I shared with four other girls, who wheren't around when I hid it so they knew nothing.
Besides I memorized the address, just in case. I repeated it several times a day just to be sure, I remembered. Just like I did certain events and dates and addresses and phone numbers I needed to remember, I repeated them over and over and over in my head, before I went to sleep at night and when I woke up in the morning. I either read it in a spy book once or saw it in a movie and it stuck with me. That's what I loved about living in Los Angeles with Aunt Donna, the movies on television. We didn't have television on my Grandma's farm in the Midwest. I loved the movies!
Anyway I kept my ears open for any news that maybe David's mom had been around looking for him. I snuck into the kitchen where the fat penguines worked. Why is it that the fat ones are always the ones in the kitchen? Every orphanage, group home, what-ever, the fat ones always seem like they end up in the kitchen, giggling, licking their fingers and making slurping sounds as they taste the food and flounce around with their pudgy rosie cheecks of flab rising and falling along with their neck flab........gross! I used to sneak into the kitchen and hide under the counters and watch from below. The view from down there, looking up, well, let's just say it wasn't their best angle. Fat penguines on parade! I got caught many times, but these one's were not the mean sort and only wacked me with wooden spoons........I just laughed!!
to be continued.