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had ever met even if Isobel had met hundreds of girls. It wasn’t just the shiny hair and the clean frocks; it was that she was always exactly where Isobel wanted to be.
It couldn’t be that Letitia was a noticer – nobody who looked like Letitia could be a noticer – but somehow, somehow, she always seemed to see exactly when Isobel was hoping to slip off by herself.
Letitia was always asking meaningfully, “And where are you going, Isobel?” or saying, slyly, “Actually, I think I’ll come with you, Isobel,” or simply following Isobel about like a spy and asking endless questions about what she was doing and where she was going and what she was writing in her notebook.
Isobel had tried to hide the notebook, but Letitia saw it anyway. At least she knew that Letitia had not looked inside the notebook. Isobel kept it under her pillow when she was asleep, and the rest of the time tucked safely between layers of clothes. That was some comfort, Isobel supposed, but not much. She wished Letitia hadn’t seen the notebook at all. She hadn’t thought Letitia would have even been interested, but then, Letitia asked questions about everything. Letitia asked people questions about the dullest things
Isobel could imagine, twinkling her big blue eyes at the
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