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Show Maybe it was just her imagination, but it seemed as though the car was moving painfully slowly out of town. The Avalon Movie theatre-ALL SEATS $1-Slim Parkins Exxon Gas Station with a few battered trucks in the garage, the Bagder's weedy alfalfa field fenced by barbed wire with stray newspapers and food wrappers that had blown against the fence posts-why did she have to cry about leaving these dumb things? Finally, when she could talk without choking on her words, she turned to her mother. "Do you think I making a mistake by going?" Her mother raised her eyebrows and took her eyes off the road long enough to stare at her daughter. "Why do you ask that?" "I don't know...I felt alright about going all summer, but now, all of a sudden, I-I don't know. "Probably just nerves," said her mother. "But it's good to get it all out now. It's much easier to go back home now than it will be when we arrive at your new school." "Oh, I couldn't do that to you." "What do you mean, 'You couldn't do that to ME?" "Well...After you've put out all that money on ballet lessons, I couldn't disappoint you now." Her mother veered onto highway 80 towards Pocatello, just ahead of large freight truck. "Kim, honey, I'm real proud that you won that |