"Hi!" I called to Charlotte as she reached the end of our driveway. "Want to come see Tigger?" I turned to Logan and whispered, "It's all right with you, isn't it?" "Oh, sure." I couldn't tell what sort of tone was in Logan's voice, but I didn't worry about it. I watched Charlotte approach Tigger. Now he was a little livelier. He waited until Charlotte had almost reached him, then he jumped away.

Charlotte began to giggle. She sat down in the grass. She closed her eyes. "Oh, I can't see you, Mr. Tigger," she sang. "So come back to me. Come on back." Charlotte sat very still, peeking every now and then. Tigger crept toward her, right into her lap.

"Gotcha!" exclaimed Charlotte, opening her eyes and cupping him in her hands.

Logan laughed. So did Charlotte and I. ("Oh, he's so cute," I said.) Tigger looked at the three of us with surprised eyes. What had happened?

"Gosh," said Charlotte, as she turned Tigger onto his back, "if I could have three wishes, you know what I'd wish for?" "What?" Logan and I asked at the same time.

"Tigger," she replied. "A pet of my own." "And the other two wishes?" asked Logan.

"Tigger and Tigger." The three of us laughed - and I watched Logan and remembered something. I remembered one reason I had liked him so much when I was first getting to know him. Well, I have to admit, when I first saw him, I just thought he was gorgeous. But later I liked a lot of other things about him. For instance, he's good with kids. And he can laugh easily. (Obviously today was not one of his better days. But laughing just now had reminded me of that.) You know what I still can't figure out, though? I can't figure out why Logan likes me. Why would any boy like shy me better than sophisticated, outgoing Claudia? Or self-assured Dawn?

I didn't know then and I still don't know now. But Logan put his arm around me, and we watched Charlotte and Tigger for a long time. At that moment, it didn't seem to matter why Logan likes me.