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Show Inside Out, 204 All through dinner my mind circled like a bumblebee. Why not wait to apologize to Terra tomorrow? What could be so bad at that party? What would Denver write in an e-mail that would worry Joseph so much? About half-way through dinner it occurred to me that there might be a way to read the e-mail Denver had sent. Didn't computers keep records of e-mails that are sent on them? How could I access it? Did I dare ask Dad to help me? No, I didn't. I decided there was nothing I could do that way. I would have to go to Terra's work and talk to her there. I waited until after I had played one full game of checkers with Paul. Then I asked Dad if I could talk to him in the hallway. "Dad, remember that girl who I went with to do yoga at the community center?" "Yeah." "She's my friend. I can't explain it but I think she might be in trouble. I've got to go talk to her where she works." Dad looked instantly cautious. "Where does she work? Is this trouble that you might fall into too if you get involved? What kind of trouble is it?" "Please, Dad, I really can't explain it. But the trouble isn't at her work. I just have to talk to her tonight. It's really important." Dad looked back towards the living room. "Where is it? Will it take long?" "She works at the Dairy Keen. I can get there on my bike in five minutes. I don't think it will take long," I said. "If it looks like it's going to, I'll call you or come back first OK?" |
