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Show Inside Out, 222 But I know how you can, I thought. But I knew immediately that she couldn't, that I would never tell her about the computer. Something inside me told me it was wrong, that she needed to work through this herself. But what would she think if she knew I could talk to her brother? I saw from the corner of my eye the lights of a car pulling into the parking lot. "That's my dad," I said. "Do you want him to take you home? Or back to the party?" I hoped she would agree to going home. Who knew what was going on at the party, whether the mysterious danger was past? Terra stood and began gathering our trash. "Oh," she sighed, "I left my car at the party. Could you take me back there? But I don't think I'll go in. I don't want to be over there while Denver and his thugs are there. Tm not really in a party mood, anyway. I bet. . ." she continued, "there's a good chance my mom is waiting up for me. I guess I should go talk to her." "Sounds like a lovely evening," I said. She chuckled. "Yeah. Should be interesting." When we got to her car, Dad waited while she climbed in. Then she rolled down the window. "Thank you, Mr. West," she said. I said, "Terra, would you . . . will you call me in the morning? And tell me how it goes?" Terra started her car. "Yeah," she said. "If you want me to." |