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Show 250 gone now. She wouldn't have been able to get into UCLA anyhow, probably, what with her grades. It had been a childish dream, really, it never did have a chance to come to anything. Those students who walked the streets of Westwood, whose lives were involved with the campus, and even more importantly, whose lives were involved with each other: the lucky ones. She was not to be one of those. A dream. That is all that it had been. And now the dream itself was no longer possible. It was gone. She replaced the boxes of toothpaste, and started on the next shelf over, mouthwash. You are going to dream your life away: that was what one of the nuns had told her, in history class last year. When the other students had been busy, heads bent over their desks, working, she had sat with her chin on her hands, gazing out the window. And the nun-Sister Lucille-would tell her that, her hard voice breaking into Sharon's thoughts. Yes, maybe it was true. Maybe she was that kind of person: someone who would dream her life away. Well, she would go to Mount St. Mary's then. It would probably be best anyway. Where one door shuts, another opens. Where one dream dies, well, she had another to replace it. Never be caught without a dream. But that one, it had been a good dream. She hated to give it up, to see it go. She replaced the mouthwash on the shelf, lining the bottles up in perfect rows. It was time to go now; yes, seven o'clock. She looked out the side door, and there at the curb was parked the Chevy, with Roger behind the wheel, waiting. |