Gidget Page #6

the ultimate!

There you go.

There you are, honey.

Flat as a pancake, huh?

Well, almost, anyway.

Well, now, let me see,

can I... can I make you

a little more comfortable?

No, this is fine.

Fine? Fine? Oh, all right. Yeah.

Let me see, it's very simple.

All you do is dig in,

push yourself forward...

Just keep yourself in the

middle of the board. That's it.

That's it,

keep pushing forward, huh.

Hey, come on,

you're tickling me.

He'll coach her.

Just a minute

till I hop on here.

There we go.

Cozy, huh?

Do you like it?

Yeah, it's all right,

but what do I do now?

No hurry, just got to

get used to the feel.

Hey!

Huh. It's pretty good

for the first time, huh?

Now I'll take her in

a little deeper.

She's in deep enough already.

You've had it, coach. Dissolve.

We'll, get him.

Come on, Gidge. Let's go out

and have little fun, huh?

Oh, no. Thanks all the same.

So who needs it.

Come on, Gidget.

Oh, brother, that guy's glands

must be working overtime.

Listen, Gidge,

the kind of lessons you'll pick

up around here aren't for you.

So if you know what's good for

you, you'll take your board

and run along like

a good little girl, huh?

Francie!

Shut off that infernal racket.

Infernal racket...

No wonder they call them

the Lost Generation.

Glad you had such a

good time at the beach.

Oh, yeah, it was creamy.

Tell me about it.

I'd like to hear.

What are these boys like?

Oh gosh, they're all nice boys.

You know, the Kahuna,

he's promised to coach me.

Kahuna, that's a boy's name?

Yeah, well, he's an older boy.

In Hawaiian,

it means, "Big chief".

Hmm...

and is he the one you like best?

Best?

Well, yeah, I guess so.

I mean, they're all nice guys.

Well, that's good.

All except one.

Mom? Hmm?

There's something

I have to ask you.

Shoot.

Well, do you find that there's

anything weird about me?

Francie...

Mom, I mean, gee, I'm serious.

Here I am, almost 17,

the same age as Nan

and the rest of them.

Why don't I like dates?

Darling, you like boys,

don't you?

Well, sure.

I mean, well,

boys are the most fun, but...

well...

I mean, I just can't stand

when they start smooching

and pawing and...

Well, level with me, Mom,

doesn't that kind of stuff

make your skin crawl?

Well, it would depend on who.

Oh, there it is then,

it proves it.

I am different.

Oh, sweetheart,

please believe me,

the only difference between

you and your friends

is you're not a... a manhunter.

You're too genuine to pretend

anything you don't feel yet.

Yet?

Someday, darling, you will.

It'll all be different then because

you'll feel something magic,

like little bells

ringing in your heart.

Oh, gee, you make it sound

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