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Show 93 Bisecting the park after school, avoiding the icy patches on the streets, Dyna thought again of Parker and what he'd said to her. Remembering it now was like turning up the thermostat. A warm, comforting glow spread all over her and suddenly she wasn't in such a hurry to get home. She had to believe what he said. Parker was the most sincere person she'd ever known. Thinking about it, she could see his eyes again, the kind of loving way he looked down at her when he said, "You know, that guy's right." Dyna smiled softly to herself. Parker sure had some gorgeous brown eyes! Looking at her the way he did, it was like a caress. She'd never been kissed by a boy. Now she'd never need to be! A look like that . . . it was as good as kissing, wasn't it? Dyna shook off her feelings. It was stupid to think about Parker that way. They were as far apart as night and day. All he meant was what he said! Was she going to make something of it every time a guy looked at her? Cripes! Dyna hunched against the sudden blast of cold that met her at the corner of 5th East. She forced her thoughts back to Gram and how excited she'd be when she heard about her day at school. The mums, too. Dyna would see them after dinner. No lie, they'd all be celebrating when they found out she was a paid freelancer who wrote "powerful, moving scenes." It'd really be something if she upstaged their card game! Dyna glanced up to see Miss Mary pulling back the lace curtains at the window. Miss Mary was motioning her to come in. Dyna waved back, then pointed to her own house. Gram had a fit when she wasn't the first to hear good news. Then Aunt Grace was beside her sister and both of them were beckoning. Dyna looked away as if she hadn't noticed, then, head down, cut across her own snow-covered yard to the front porch. She didn't like to hurt their feelings, but she couldn't drop in right now. Dyna stomped the snow off her shoes as she opened the storm door. Hot chocolate sounded good, if they had any. It was gonna get down to zero again tonight, she bet. She threw her books on the sofa and headed for the kitchen. Gram wasn't there. The potatoes weren't even on yet. "You home?" Dyna called, stripping off her coat and wool cap, then checking Gram's room. Dyna stood still and listened. The house was |