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Show Inside Out, 198 I was still standing in the middle of the room. "Sit down and talk a while," said Leslie. "Yeah. Tell us all about high school," said Bill. "Any cute boys there that make your heart flutter?" "I can't," I said. Leslie's face fell. I turned to her. "I'm really sorry, Leslie," I said. Could she tell I really meant it this time? "I've got to go to the library. Just for a little while. I've got this research paper due-and the library won't be open tomorrow." "I should think not, on Thanksgiving!" Bill said, chortling. Emma looked nervously back and forth between Leslie and me. "Do you really have to go now?" Leslie said. "I'll drive you there as soon as it opens on Friday." I went closer to Leslie and touched her arm. "Please," I said. "I can't explain. But I have to go right now. It won't take long." Leslie sighed and looked away. "OK." On my way to the library I replayed the conversation with Denver in my mind. Had it really been that bad? The part about her winning the contest because she was Mexican. I hadn't really said that. I had just been trying to figure out what Denver meant. Of course I had never thought that was why she had won. I could explain that to her. What a disgusting thing to think about someone. I couldn't believe Denver really thought that. No, that was wrong. |