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Show Inside Out, 203 had looked when she saw the broken bits. And then how she felt when her grandmother put her arms around her and let her cry for a long time before she even said anything. At the time I hadn't known why she told me that story that day-except maybe to distract me from my embarrassment. But now I thought maybe she had been trying to tell me something about how people forgive each other, about how relationships assume that people are going to break things or come up short of money. Real relationships, anyway. Relationships that matter. Relationships that last. I knew that I needed to call Terra and give her the chance to forgive me, even though I didn't deserve it. Because a good relationship isn't one in which no one hurts the other, but one in which people step on each other's feet sometimes, but then they apologize and forgive each other. And I wanted to have a friendship-a good friendship-with Terra. I picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello?" "Can I speak to Terra, please?" "Ah, no, she isn't here. She's at work." "Do you know when she'll be home?" "No, I don't know what time she gets off tonight. Would you like me to take a message?" What could I say? Yes, tell her not to go to that party and I'm sorry'? "No thank you." What now? "Andli! Dinner!" yelled Dad. |