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Show Inside Out, 153 "I saw a flier," she said. "There's a free yoga class tonight at the community center." "There is?" I asked. I tried to be all cool. Could she really want to hang with me? "Yeah. I think I'm going to go." "I will too, then," I said. I hoped I didn't sound overly peppy. "Um, that is if I can get someone to drive me." "You don't drive?" she asked. "No," I said. "My dad won't let me." "Why not?" "Because my mother was killed by a drunk driver." "Oh," she said. She was quiet for an awkward second. "I'm sorry." "It's OK," I said. "So are you driving?" "No, my mom has the car tonight. I think I'll take the bus," she said. "Oh? Where do you live?" We talked all the way down the hall, and I discovered that she didn't live much further from the community center than I did, and was on my same bus route. I thought quickly about asking Dad or Leslie to drive and pick her up, but I decided she might feel funny about that. So in the end I committed to meeting her on the bus. After dinner, which was another silent, awkward affair punctuated by Paul's enthusiastic account of his field trip to the dinosaur museum, I followed Dad into the living room. "Can I take the bus to the community center? I'm going to a free yoga class with a friend." |
