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Show Inside Out, 97 "Yes! And they're all fantastic! My favorite is Raise High the Roof Beams but-" I was scanning the shelf as we talked. "This library doesn't have it. But-oh! Here's Franny and looey. It's just as good. I think you'll love it." He took the book from my hand. "Thanks, Andli," he said. "I can't wait to see what you think," I said. "Well, coming from you, I'm sure it'll be good," he said. And then, "Maybe . . . maybe I could call you after I've read it and we can talk about it." I could feel my face buzzing like the electric griddle when I plugged it in to heat. "Andli?" "Yeah! Yeah, that would be good." "Well, I guess your phone number is in the student directory, right?" "Yeah, it is." "OK, thanks," he said, and grinned that dazzling grin again before he walked up to the checkout counter. It took me a minute to breathe normally again. Thank goodness for my yoga training. He'd been gone from the media center for ten minutes before I remembered that I hadn't asked him about reading my journal. At home, Leslie was bustling around Paul as if he were dying. I stood in the doorway of his room watching her. "Do you want another drink?" "How about if I read to you?" "Shall I bring you another blanket? Fluff your pillows?" Paul was just lying there, grunting no to all of her questions. Obviously, he just wanted her to go out so he could watch the rest of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in peace. |