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Show Inside Out, 57 moody and I write poetry.") But to write good poetry! And to want to go to the Young Writer's Academy-that just didn't seem to fit what I thought she was like. And then I got over my shock and realized that I might be in trouble. Because she was probably going to be my biggest competition for our school's slot at the Academy. And she was good. So she was still sort of in the back of my mind after school when I took the bus to my dermatologist's office and there she was, Terra Gates, sitting in the waiting room! The medical clinic where my dermatologist worked was one of those offices where doctors share a waiting room. You could be sitting there waiting for a dermatologist, and the lady next to you would be waiting for a proctologist or something. So she could have been there to see any of the doctors. I wondered what she was in there for. Maybe an obstetrician. Maybe she was pregnant. People like her were always messing up. It's a wonder Sophie had never gotten that far. I didn't sit down next to her, of course. People don't make small talk at the doctor's office, even with people who don't look like they hate everyone, like Terra does. I sat down in the corner. I noticed that she was reading a Book of Mormon. In Salt Lake, almost all doctor's offices have copies of that book in the waiting rooms. I don't know why. Maybe the doctors are Mormons and trying to convert the patients. Maybe they think that when we are sick, we are more susceptible to religion. I had never actually seen anyone reading one of them in a waiting room, though. A nurse came in and called, "Terra Gates." I watched Terra put the book down and go in. She didnt glance at me, of course. |