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Show CHAPTER ONE The sight of the dripping poached eggs her mother was spooning out of the pot on the stove made Kim's stomach queasy. Taking on a hurried air, she headed out of the kitchen. "Can't stop to eat," she said, hoping her mother wouldn't try to coax her. "I still have a whole suitcase to pack." "But it'll be a good six hours before we stop for lunch," said her mother. "Maybe longer." That still didn't make the eggs look any better. Maybe yesterday she could have eaten them. But not this morning. Today she had to protect her stomach. Even before she had come into the kitchen, her stomach felt squeamish. Not the sick kind of feeling that sent her to bed or to the doctor's, but the nervous, clinky feeling she got before a big test. "I'll eat 'em in a little while," said Kim. She dashed out of the kitchen and up the creaking stairs to her room with Woogie, her sheepdog, bounding after her. "Don't forget," her mother called up after her.*Eggs has gone six cents a dozen at the co-op." They're definitely not worth the price, thought Kim, taking a pair of levis from her bottom drawer and folding |
