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on the bed and snapping it open. "There isn't
much for me to do."
"No, no, no. Crystal, sweetheart." She reached
for my hand. "You come with me. We'll watch the
show together," she said, "and then we'll take care
of your room."
I glanced at Karl, hoping he would rescue me as
Thelma pulled me toward the door.
"Thelma, remember we have to get ready precisely
at five to go to the restaurant,"; he said.
^'Okay, Karl," she said. She was really tugging
me. I practically flew out of the room.
"Welcome to our happy home," Karl called
after me.

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Another World

^SP

One of the biggest fears any of us orphans has is
that when we do become part of a family, we
won't be able to adjust to their style of life. We
won't know how to behave at their dinner table,
how to behave in front of the other relatives, how
to keep our rooms and spend our time. In short,
we won't know how to please our new parents. For
us it would always be like an audition. We'd feel
their eyes following us everywhere we went, hear
their whispers, wonder what they really thought.
Were they happy they had taken us into their lives,
or were they sorry and looking for a graceful way
to give us back?
It was easy to adapt to life with my new parents,
to know what they expected, liked, and disliked.
There was nothing unpredictable about Kari. He
was the most organized person I had ever met. He
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rose at precisely the same time every day, weekend
or not.
"People make a mistake sleeping later on the
weekends," he told me. "It confuses their body
clock."
He also ate the same thing for breakfast every
weekday, a combination of cold cereals, mixing |
the correct formula of fibers and grains with fruit. |
On weekends, he made himself an omelet with egg