Liza never knew that falling in love could be so wonderful . . . and so confusing. “‘Liza, ‘ Mom said, looking into my eyes, ‘I want you to tell me the truth, not because I want to pry, but because I have to know. This could get very unpleasant . . . Now–have you and Annie–done any more than the usual experimenting . . . ‘ ‘No, Mom, ‘ I said, trying to look back at her calmly. I’m not proud of it, I make no excuses–I lied to her.”
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