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Show "Oh, the ballet teacher said I danced with a mixture of styles and wanted to put me in another class, and I told her I couldn't fit another class into my schedule." "You what?" Her mother's voice went up at least an octave. "Mom, don't get mad. I had no other choice." "But what about the scholarship money the Women's Club sent down there." "Miss Trion said she'd send it back or wait until my mind. I told her to wait and let know what I was going to do." "Well you're goin' to dance, aren't you?" "Not exactly...You see, I'm pretty busy with school work and basketball and-" "Basketball? You doing basketball instead of dancing?" "Mom, I like basketball, and Miss Trion said I'd have to go back a class." "But that's just temporary. Soon as you learn her style, you can go back to that advanced class." "But that won't be for ages...and besides, the whole class is better than I am." "They won't always be better." "Yes, they will, Mom. They're good, really good. Mr. Flugman's never seen their kind in Idaho." "But your a beautiful dancer." "For Gridley Falls, yes. For San Francisco, no." For the first time during the conversation, her mother 129 |