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Show Inside Out, 129 "Oh, Denver! I know who you are." I giggled in a stupid air-head way. Suddenly I was in a dvd and someone had pushed the "forward search" button. I was moving in a smeary blur and going too fast. Slow down! I had to be casual and breezy and funny and warm and smart. But there wasn't time! "How are you?" he asked. "Oh, well, fine. You know. I guess. I mean, lots of homework and all." He laughed. His laugh was warm, like hot fudge sliding down ice cream. I thought of his warm, fudgy eyes. "Yeah. I've got a ton of homework, too." "Yeah," I said. That was stupid. I wished my heart would slow down so that I could think. "So, I've been reading that book you suggested." "Which book?" I asked too fast. Of course I remembered which book. This attempt at sounding casual couldn't fool anyone. "TheFranny andZooey. By Salinger." "Oh, yeah! So how's it going?" "Pretty well," he said. "It's a fantastic book." "Did you get to the end yet?" "No-no, not yet. But I'm getting close." "Wasn't that the funniest scene when the mom comes in and sits on the toilet seat to talk to Zooey?" Denver laughed again. "Uh, I guess I haven't gotten to that scene yet. It sounds great, though." |