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hit by a car, Dr. Rawlings. I think it was in the Lord’s plan to have me find him and try to
save him. You’ll help me, won’t you?”
With Jamie, everything was in the Lord’s plan. That was another thing. She always
mentioned the Lord’s plan whenever you talked to her, no matter what the subject. The
baseball game’s rained out? Must be the Lord’s plan to prevent something worse from
happening. A surprise trigonometry quiz that everyone in class fails? Must be in the Lord’s
plan to give us challenges. Anyway, you get the picture.
Then, of course, there was the whole Hegbert situation, and this didn’t help her at all.
Being the minister’s daughter couldn’t have been easy, but she made it seem as if it were
the most natural thing in the world and that she was lucky to have been blessed in that
way. That’s how she used to say it, too. “I’ve been so blessed to have a father like mine.”
Whenever she said it, all we could do was shake our heads and wonder what planet she
actually came from.
Despite all these other strikes, though, the one thing that really drove me crazy about
her was the fact that she was always so damn cheerful, no matter what was happening
around her. I swear, that girl never said a bad thing about anything or anyone, even to
those of us who weren’t that nice to her. She would hum to herself as she walked down the
street, she would wave to strangers driving by in their cars. Sometimes ladies would come
running out of their house if they saw her walking by, offering her pumpkin bread if
they’d been baking all day or lemonade if the sun was high in the sky. It seemed as if
every adult in town adored her. “She’s such a nice young lady,” they’d say whenever
Jamie’s name came up. “The world would be a better place if there were more people like
her.”
But my friends and I didn’t quite see it that way. In our minds, one Jamie Sullivan
was plenty.
I was thinking about all this while Jamie stood in front of us on the first day of drama
class, and I admit that I wasn’t much interested in seeing her. But strangely, when Jamie
turned to face us, I kind of got a shock, like I was sitting on a loose wire or something. She
wore a plaid skirt with a white blouse under the same brown cardigan sweater I’d seen a
million times, but there were two new bumps on her chest that the sweater couldn’t hide
that I swore hadn’t been there just three months earlier. She’d never worn makeup and she
still didn’t, but she had a tan, probably from Bible school, and for the first time she looked
—well, almost pretty. Of course, I dismissed that thought right away, but as she looked
around the room, she stopped and smiled right at me, obviously glad to see that I was in
the class. It wasn’t until later that I would learn the reason why.