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Missy stood by the bleachers, arms crossed. She had agreed to go only because her mother insisted it was “a social milestone.” Her date? Marcus, a boy from her class who had the personality of a damp sponge. He offered her a cup of fruit punch. She took it without a word.
“I’m not afraid,” he corrected. “I’m logically averse to an environment with loud music, unpredictable social interactions, and the expectation of physical contact known as dancing.” Mary smiled. “So you’re scared.”
When Mary came to pick them up, she found Sheldon laughing—actually laughing—at something Todd had drawn. Missy gave her mother a look that said, See? I told you he wasn’t sick.
Mary blinked. “You’re afraid of a school dance?”
And in Medford, Texas, that was its own kind of miracle. End of story.