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Chavi Morris was in a really bad mood. “Why’s Chavi angry wiv everyone?” Miriam asked Mommy. “She’s not really angry, dear,” said Mommy. “She’s just under a lot of pressure at the moment. Chavi and her friends are organizing a summer fete, which is a kind of party, in honor of the holidays and to celebrate the fact they’re moving up a grade. It’s lots of work to arrange.”
Tami raced into the living room, her ponytail hanging over her left ear. “Gila, I need you to give out four more invitations.” I banged closed the comic book I had finally convinced my friend Leah to lend me for the afternoon.