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Show ler "Oh, thanks, Miss Fites. I know you won't be sorry." Kim was halfway down the hall when Miss Fites called, "But remember, I'm not promising anything." During workout, Kim hoped Miss Fites couldn't tell hi mind wasn't on the drills. Even subtle knocks and nudges by Carol Ann didn't bother her. The entire practice she was thinking of nothing but approaching Pilar in her room. How could she talk the Mexican into coming over to the gym when Pilar wasn't even speaking to her? She'd just have to count on the Mexican's desire to play basketball being greater than her ability to hold a grudge. By lucky timing, Pilar was in her room when Kim began pounding on her door after workout. After an eternity, she opened the door, but only wide enough for Kim to see her slender nose and dark eyes. "I'm sorry to bother you, Pilar," Kim said, still out of breath from racing across the playing field, "but I was talking to Miss Fites this afternoon, and she thinks she might have made a mistake by not putting you on the team. She'd like to see you shoot some baskets in the gym." Pilar stared suspiciously at Kim. "I know you can play better basketball than you did at tryouts. In fact, you're a much better player than I am. You should be on the team." Pilar opened the door the width of her body and Kim felt herself getting bolder. "We need you on the team, and I told that to Miss Fites, 106 |