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Show Inside Out, 115 Chapter 25: Andli No e-mail showed up in my in-box in the morning. Why hadn't Joseph written? Was he mad at me? What if he didn't write ever again? That thought made me feel a little panicky. If he didn't write again, I would never know about Mom, for one thing. That would be huge. But there was something else. I had come to enjoy hearing from Joseph. I always looked forward to talking to him, or at least hearing from him. It gave me a reason to get up in the morning, or to hurry home. It was like reading a mystery novel or something. I had become eager to continue our conversation, even though I wasn't so eager about becoming Terra's friend. I would feel a great sense of loss if I didn't have Joseph writing to me anymore. Paul was at the kitchen table, feeling much better, of course, and stuffing his face with French toast. Leslie and Dad were almost silly in their good cheer. Dad was especially giddy because apparently, Sophie had called again last night while I was at the library. "I'm so excited about this job she's got at the library on campus," he was saying. "Maybe, after she works there a year or so, she could get discounted tuition. They have a fantastic creative writing program. I hate to see her gifts go to waste." Her gifts. Her gifts. Her amazing writing ability. The one she hadn't used since she had taken off, probably. The one Dad loved so much. "I think it's fantastic." Leslie said. "Here, Paul, have another one." She slid another toast onto his plate. "Would you like blueberry syrup on this one? How about some whipped cream?" |