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Show get her stereo back. It was something more. Without her having realized it, Pilar had melted her down like an ice cube in the sun. At the end of their practice session, Kim had come to an unexpected conclusion. Pilar was not the one who had taken her stereo. She couldn't tell exactly when she had first realized this. It hadn't come all at once, but rather slowly, like the sun out in the potato fields during harvest that burned gradually through icy haze to blaze her body with warmth. Although she had to admit to herself that this feeling was mostly emotional, still, there was no logical reason for Pilar to have taken the stereo. Pilar's family seemed to have plenty of money. Her clothes were fancier than anything Kim owned and she always had money for movies and entertainment. Mimi said Pilar's father was a lawyer and had made gobs of money in investments in Mexico City. Last Sunday after Mass, when Pilar must have been feeling homesick, she showed Mimi a picture of her father and his house-some kind of villa with fancy cars and horses, that was so big Mimi said it made her own home look like an outhouse. So the greed motive was out, and Pilar no longer had any reason to be mad at Kim. She had pampered Pilar like a filly before the Kentucky Derby for the last week. It just didn't make sense that if she had stolen it, she wouldn't have returned it by now. Kim wasn't even sure she'd seen it the night before 115 |
