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Show Inside Out, 172 "On the poetry assignment. A few weeks ago. Remember when we had to write a poem and read it in class?" "Yeah." "The poem he read. He didn't write it." "How do you know?" I tried not to sound accusing. She didn't seem offended so I guess I was keeping my voice neutral. "Because it was a song. It was lyrics to a song by a band called Strangely Enough. They were a local band playing around here like ten years ago. Somehow, my brother picked up a demo tape, so I know their stuff." The words Denver had read flashed into my mind: "Still here, still here, and you'll hear my quiet song, because the stars and I have been here all along." I had loved those words. I felt sick. Then something occurred to me. I had suspected that Terra didn't like Denver from the beginning. Images of her rolling her eyes and snorting at him in class played in my mind. Could she be making this up? Could she be lying about him? He seemed like such a thoughtful guy. How could a guy who wrote that stuff about meditation be a fake? I looked at Terra. She had finished her lunch and was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed. I really didn't know her that well. Could she be making this up? Maybe she was jealous. Maybe she secretly liked Denver and didn't want him to like me. |