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A week later, Bella receives a fancy acceptance letter from Stanford. Squee!
[I'm in,] she tells Alice merrily.
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Eventually cookies are de-ovened, and cooled, and eaten. "Mmmm."
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"Do I smell baking?" asks a voice from just outside the kitchen.
"Yes you do!" says Hilary. "We're celebrating!"
"What are you—oh. Hello, Bella," says Judith as she steps inside.
"Yes you do!" says Hilary. "We're celebrating!"
"What are you—oh. Hello, Bella," says Judith as she steps inside.
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"Hello," Bella says. She's not sure what she should be calling Judith now, but she can get away with not knowing for a while. "We're celebrating me getting into Stanford."
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"Oh," she repeats. "Congratulations!"
Entirely sincere, and entirely without thought of contrasting this accomplishment against her delinquent son's dwindling likelihood of ever graduating high school. Alice smiles.
Entirely sincere, and entirely without thought of contrasting this accomplishment against her delinquent son's dwindling likelihood of ever graduating high school. Alice smiles.
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"Thanks! I'm excited. I'm going to join the soccer team and the orchestra, and maybe if the practice times don't conflict I'll try out for some plays or something, and of course there's classes."
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"That does sound like a lot," Judith says vaguely. Alice hands her a cookie just to give her something to do other than ramble.
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"Busy being awesome," says Alice.
"Yes, I think that's clear," says Judith, and smiles.
"Yes, I think that's clear," says Judith, and smiles.
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