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Show 14s "I think you're right," she said with her enormous cool, "We owe Dyna. I can't imagine what this year would have been like without her. I think we should all go and support her if we can." Parker's eyes stung as everyone else noisily agreed. He'd underestimated them-Amy and John and blabbermouth Derek. They cared. During lunch period, Parker made a deliberate effort to see Jeff Glotz at the cafeteria. They never ate together, but suddenly Parker needed to know what Glotz knew. Or said he knew. Pint-sized Jeffrey looked surprised-flattered, maybe-when Parker took the chair straight across from him at the long, uncrowded lunch table. "Hey, didn't that bowl you over . . . about Dyna?" Glotz said right off. "It bowled me over about you," Parker said. "Oh yeah?" "That stuff about being in the DT. You wouldn't just be full of hot air, would you?" "You kidding?" He threw Parker a hurt look. "Who goes around bragging about a thing like that?" You do, Parker thought as he tore open his roll and buttered it. Then, looking up again, "I wonder if Dyna will be out for graduation." "Yeah, that's the kicker, isn't it?" "I'm thinking there just might be some way to spirit her out of detention, if it comes to that." "You mean . . . you think your dad could get her off or something?" "No-" "I don't get it." Parker frowned. As he'd told Simpson, he wasn't one who could just stand by. Her way, whatever it was, might not solve Dyna's problem. He wasn't convinced that you could throw yourself on the mercy of the court . . . and get mercy. In the end, it might be up to him. "Glotz, how much do you remember about the DT? Could you draw a floor plan-of, say, that third floor?" "Could I? East side's the boy's dorm, west side's the girl's. Bank of Johns in between." |