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Show Inside Out, 116 "I was thinking," she said to Dad, "Would you like to maybe take a trip out to Berkeley to see her this spring?" Dad's eyes lit up. "That would be fantastic!" he said. "We could go into the city, too, and do all the San Francisco stuff. Hey, let's do it over Spring break so that Andli can come, too!" "Whyever would I want to go see Sophie?" I said. "And what's-his-name. If she's even still with what's-his-name." "Andli." Dad had set his paper down and was staring at me. "What?" I said. "Is it that hard to be civil about your sister?" "What sister?" I said. "Do you mean that stranger who sometimes slept here a while back? The one who showed up long enough to grab food? Is that who you mean?" "Sophie's still a member of this family," Dad said. "Does she know that?" I asked. "Because I'm not sure she's noticed. But now you're going to go off to see her, make a big deal about her and her precious writing" I hadn't spoken this clearly about my feelings about Sophie before. Dad was silent, the shock making his face hang open. My heart pumped fast. I didn't really know what to do next, but I didn't want to listen to him apologize and be all warm and fuzzy. I needed time to be mad. I grabbed my backpack and stomped out the door. Of course, I was way too early to catch the school bus. So I took the city bus. The school was still pretty empty. Nobody was in the dance room, so I set my backpack down and started to do some yoga. It's stupid to stretch when you're not warm, so I started with some sun salutations. |