Ten
Ruthie froze in the act of twisting her hair up. It was a very vulnerable position Ralphie had caught her in—arms up, chest mostly exposed. She frantically tried to remember if she’d shaved her armpits recently. Yesterday? Last week? Crap.
Act casual.
“Hey,” she said faintly. “I was just getting my hair out of my face. I have to chop mushrooms. It’s our special. I just think it’s weird to eat fairy houses. Remember when we used to make those with those huge mushrooms in the woods?”
Oh God. She was blowing it even more spectacularly than she had the other night, when she’d told Ralphie that she still remembered his bicycle lock combination.
But amazingly, Ralphie didn’t seem to mind. He looked her up and down with nothing but appreciation. With the impulse to cover herself, she dro
