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Show the junior college." After her father died, her mother had gone up to the junior college to get a degree so she could teach at the high school. She taught mostly health classes, but whenever someone was needed to teach history or type, then her mother taught those subjects too. "But I've taken all the classes I want and I don't want to go away. I have everything I need right here." "I know you're just saying that so-" "No. It's true. After your father died five years ago, I could have done anything I wanted-even moved to a different town. But that old dry farm dust is in my blood." "Well, anyways," said Kim, "I'd be happy to stay." "Mr. Flugman*s quitting this Fall. What would you do for lessons?" "I guess your right." There was really no other way she could ever dance with a good ballet company. "You're just nervous, honey. But you shouldn't be. Mrs. Middlemass told me that you were the best dancer to come out of Idaho in fifteen years, and she ought to know. She's been running these contests for the Women's Clubs for as long as I can remember." Kim watched the images of water dancing on the black asphalt road, becoming more and more nervous. "It's not just the Academy I'm worried about," Kim said. "It's the school and everything. I've never been away |
