Don’t ask me why I did it. But Wednesday when I got home from school, I took out my purple pen and made three invitations. I slipped one under the door of apartment 3, one under the door of apartment 2, and one under the door of apartment 1.
Yoshi ran right up with his invitation and asked me to read it to him. Then he asked me if I would help him RSVP. I picked up my pen.
“Can you write it in another color besides purple?” he asked. “Purple is your color.”
I found a pencil and wrote down exactly what he said:
He folded up the RSVP I had just written, and when he left, he slid it under my door.
Later I found two more notes under my door.
