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Show white uniform blouse and thighs like a brahma bull. She and Melissa, who was nearly as muscular, arrived in the gym each lunch time at 12:15. The two girls would walk onto the basketball court and those already playing would make a pathway to the standard hanging in front of the stage. Carol Ann strutted with a ball in her hand to the backboard, girls on either side of her, as if she were Moses parting the Red Sea, and hogged an entire basket all lunch period for herself and Melissa. All day long her stomach rattled uncontrollably. At the last bell, she hurried to the gymnasium under a wisteria covered trellis, her loafers slapping on the cement pathway- It was an overcast day. The navy uniform sweater she wore wasn't warm enough and she didn't feel like changing into shorts in a cold locker room. Even arriving at the gym twenty minutes early, she heard thumping balls and shouting voices coming from the basketball court. Carol Ann Martin was just going through the gymnasium doors. When she saw Kim, she said in a lemon voice, "We're having tryouts in here. You won't be able to practice this afternoon. " "But I'm trying out," Kim said. 79 |