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Show 154 "No." "Ae I understand it, these are your creative writing classmates from Bonneville High School and your teacher, Mrs. Simpson." Dyna's heart stopped. "They have convinced me that they have your best interests at heart, so provided there are no disruptions during the proceedings, I see no reason why they shouldn't remain." Dyna scarcely heard what he said. She had whirled around and seen them-John, conspicuous in his suit and tie at the end of one row, Mrs. Simpson at the end of another, and everyone else in between, Parker and Lisa and Jan . . . Her cheeks scorching, she turned back to face the judge. "As this girl's detention counselor, Mrs. Greenaway, do you care to voice any objections?" "No, your Honor, I do not." "All right, then, we shall proceed." He cleared his throat. "Do you understand what you are being charged with, Dyna?" "Yes, Sir." Her voice shook violently. "Is it true that beginning on January 3 of last year and including February 6, February 15, and again on March 7 . . ." The recital of her crimes began, the hours spent with Frog learning the finer points of stealth. Enumerated now by time and deed and place, they were so many wounds being opened and explored with a sharp knife. The record sickened her. She answered "yes" to each allegation. "And then, again, after a successful time on probation, Dyna, you committed another violation of the law on September 2, breaking and entering |