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Show house/ 385 He shrugged. "iVe always worked. I can always get a job doing something. I could drive truck with my brother." "You're kidding! After all the time I spent without my father, do you think I would marry.a truck driver? I watched my mother cry herself to sleep too many nights to get myself into anything that remotely resembles that life!" I had spoken quickly, without thinking, feelings that came from my stomach. "I see." His voice was cold. I tried to soften my words. "Besides, Brian, I want to go to college. I want to make something of myself." He was silent. "What about you?" my voice wheedled. "A bright person like you should go to college, do something with his mind." Brian grimaced. "I'm not even sure I'll graduate from high school. " "Come on." He shrugged. "You know how often I go to class. And when I'm there, I sleep a lot. The whole thing bores me." I felt confusion and embarrassment. "What will you do? Go back to school next year?" "No way. Christopoulous, my eounselor, has promised that I'll graduate if I make up my back work." "Will your teachers let you do that?" "They like me, most of them. They're always saying I have great 'potential.'" His voice was tinged with sarcasm. "I get so tired of that word. Potential and a dime'11 get me a cup of coffee." |