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Show 92 "You oughta feel pretty tough about now," he ventured. Her eyes lit up. "Yeah, sudden riches! Five hundred and some bucks!" "You know what I'm talking about. All that praise " She smiled, wrinkling her nose. "Keep telling me about it, Parker. I won't believe it tomorrow. Heck, I won't even believe it after history class. There's a test today and I didn't have time to study." They slowed at the door of her third period classroom. When Dyna turned to enter the room, Parker blocked her way into class with his arm. She looked-up, surprised and pleased. "You know, Jan told me she didn't change a word of your part. That guy's right. Your scenes were better than anyone's." Dyna's face flooded with color. "Thanks," she managed, "if I can believe that." "You better believe it," he said simply, "it's true." The bell rang. Parker was late to his own class, but he didn't care. He walked away smiling, deciding the happy look on Dyna's face was worth risking old man Bidwell's displeasure. The rest of the school day was one big blur for Dyna. She kept having thisurge to call Gram and tell her everything. Maybe that's what she'd do with her share of the money. Get a phone installed! Then she remembered she hadn't paid the rental on her cap and gown. Graduation announcements had to be ordered in February, too, dammit. Announcements, of all things. What a waste! "Why do I need announcements?" she had asked Gram one night at dinner. "I'll write to Dad and your sisters. Who else is there? I'm getting tickets for Oscar and the Mums. They'll even see me graduate. That oughta be good enough." Gram's hands and head both got moving at the same time, sure sign she wasn't going to give in. "Some things we do for the sake of tradition, Dyna. This is one of them. Now pass the applesauce and finish your dinner." That, Dyna knew, was that. Nineteen bucks for the cheapest package and she'd have graduation announcements for the entire neighborhood. The police department as well. |
