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😈ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 15 😈

Same bedroom, same white vanity, same mirror, Angie combs her long hair, getting ready for her date with Dewey, "I will pick you up at three o'clock" he told her, that means there's only ten minutes left.

She adds some lip gloss, "Good luck" Mary Sue told her that morning, "You too" Angie replied, thinking about her date with Victor. The truth is that her stomach is tight, even worse than Gretta's Halloween party, and she feels uncomfortable, she perfectly knows what, or better saying, who is to blame. 

("The gang is coming too" )

She closes her eyes, tries to breathe.

The doorbells rings, she suddenly opens her eyes, panicked.

"Angie, it's for you!" her mother screams from the first floor. She goes downstairs, she runs in the hallway, and she finally opens the white wooden door.

"Hello!" Dewey smiles at her, with his sweet dimples, (he's adorable).
"Oh, hi" Angie replies, she's blushing.

"The positive part is that Richie is at the Luna Park with the Losers, and dad is out with Bill's dad", she thinks with relief.

"Uhm... sorry, my mom wants to see who you are, if that's okay for you... " She keeps her voice down "I'm sorry about that, but my mom... you know ..."

Dewey laughs "Sure, I perfectly understand"

Angie's whole existence is absolutely grateful right now, specifically for two  things: the first one is Richie 's absence, therefore, she can avoid his possible idiotic jokes about Dewey, and the second is that the boy, with his clean shirt, neat hair, and good-boy smile, surely would not have triggered Mrs. Tozier, who, in fact looks at him smiling, impressed by his nice manners and his polite attitude.

"Good morning, Mrs. Tozier, I'm Dewey Conroy"

"Oh, dear, nice to meet you, it's a pleasure"

"Uhm well, can we go now?" Angie asks, she wants to cut this scene as soon as possible.

"Mmm... Conroy, you said? I know your father, he's my husband's customer, you know, the dentist..." Her mom keeps talking, looking at Dewey like he was Prince Charming.

"Oh, yes sure" Dewey nods, smiling.

"Please?" Angie whispers.

"Say hello to your parents for me dear, next time I'll make you some tea, uh sure, Angie, sorry, go ahead, have fun!" Her mom finally says.

She closes the door, and Angie breathes deeply, relieved "Sorry, you know my mom wanted to know who you were..."

"No problem, she's really nice"

"Because you've never seen her angry"

Dewey laughs "No, but seriously, Angie, she's right, you know, with all theese missing kids, she wanted to make sure you were with someone reliable, I mean... I have a younger sister, you know her, I would have done the same with her".

Angie wonders how her mother would have react, with a boy like Patrick, with his long hair and his metal bracelets, she would have had a heart attack, and she wants to laugh, but she controls herself, the whole thought is silly, in any case.

They walk towards Derry's center, and Angie can smell the delicate and penetrating scent of sugar candy, the joyful sound of the carousel, and kids laughing. In front of her, she notices a carousel with bright colored ponies, she looks at it, nostalgic, she wished she could go back in time, living her childhood again, riding one of those ponies (probably the baby pink one), while memories of her past life come to life, when Richie ate too much popcorn, but he still wanted to try the Carousel and... Well, it didn't end well for her father's new jacket. She smiles, thinking about that memory...