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Show Inside Out, 18 Chapter 4: Terra "So what's this Young Writer's Academy?" Dr. Scofield asked after he read Terra's notebook. "Aren't you supposed to ask me something about my parents, or about the accident or something?" "Would you like me to?" Sheesh! Couldn't he just answer her straight instead of coming back with a question all the time? She wouldn't jump to the bait. She looked past him to the window on the far side of the room. "Remember that I promised you we wouldn't talk about something unless you want to," he said. "Do you want to talk about Joe?" "The Young Writer's Academy," Terra said, emphasizing the consonants, "is a writer's workshop in the summer at Weber State University. They invite one writer from each high school in the state." "And you would like to go?" Terra paused. "I'm not sure." "Are you a writer?" "I don't know." "Do you like to write?" "Not anymore." "Why not?" Terra looked out the window again. Dr. Scofield waited, smiling slightly-his beatific Buddha smile. |
