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  I sighed pretty hard when I thought of this, and Michael must have thought I was sad or something, since he put his arm around me. YES!!!!!!!! The guy was finally starting to come around.

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  Then we had some nice passionate moments making out near his tent while he was supposed to be putting his guitar away.

  All I can say is….thank you. THANK YOU, GRANDMÈRE!!!!Because without her and the use of her shower, Michael and I might never have developed the very great appreciation for the theology of the hammer that we have right now.

  Wednesday, March 16, 10 p.m., the loft

  I amhome!!!!!AT LAST!!!!!!!!

  The bus ride back fromWest Virginia was SO much better than the bus ride there. For one thing, Principal Gupta made sure Boris was good and dosed with Dramamine before she left him anywhere near the parking lot. And then everybody was so tired, they all fell asleep before we even got onto Highway 64.

  When the bus finally pulled up in front ofAlbertEinsteinHigh School and everyone started piling off to collect their bags from Charlie, there was a lot of hugging and “See you Monday” going on from people who before the trip hadn’t been friends. Like between us and PeterTsu .

  The funniest part was, Dr. Gonzales came up to me, looking all embarrassed and went, “Princess Mia, please tell your grandmother that I enjoyed meeting her very much. She is truly a dynamic woman.”

  Whoa. Looks like I’m not the only Renaldo who turns out to have a secret talent.

  I am so happy to be home, I ran around kissing everything I’d missed, including Fat Louie, the mattress on my bed, my bathtub, the refrigerator, and the TV.

  But most of all I kissed my mom, and told her that even thoughWest Virginia is all right and everything, it is really true what Dorothy says in The Wizard of Oz, about there being no place like home.

  “Even if you’re on Spring Break?” my mom wanted to know.

  “Even if you’re on Spring Break,” I said.

  “Even if you’re a princess?” my mom asked.

  “Especially if you’re a princess,” I said.

  And them I picked up the phone and called Number One Noodle Son and ordered us all some cold sesame noodles for dinner.

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