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Show Inside Out, 173 "Do you have the tape?" I asked. Again, trying to sound neutral. Terra's eyes popped open. "You don't believe me!" "I do! I just-" "I can't believe you don't believe me! Why would I make that up?" She was gathering her stuff up. "No, Terra, I do believe you. I just want to hear it, that's all!" She walked out the door. Great. All that careful work in trying to build up a friendship ruined with one conversation. And Denver-I felt like Denver was gone, too. Was he really a fake? In English, he smiled at me, but Terra didn't. Of course. Mrs. Ottley passed out a list of possible topics for our research papers. "By Monday I want you to have chosen a topic and read at least one overview article from a written source-not electronic. It's a long weekend, so you could get a head start by gathering other sources this weekend as well and beginning to read them. Don't forget to take notes." Oh yeah. Thanksgiving. I had completely forgotten the holiday. I wondered whether Dad would try to cook a turkey. Ever since Mom had died, we'd ordered pizza on Thanksgiving. No, probably Leslie would cook one. It would be weird having a real Thanksgiving dinner. The handout listed a wide variety of authors and some general subjects like the Globe Theater or Theater of the Absurd, whatever that was. American Transcendentalism. I wondered what Terra would pick. And then I felt a little fiinny to |