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Show hoped the ballet teacher wouldn't take hold of her hands so she could feel how wet and clammy her palms were. She was in luck. Miss Trion started with the thighs, moving them in and out. She went over Kim like a doctor doing a physical, moving her legs back and forth, then checking her ankles and feet. Finally, without saying anything, she left Kim and moved on to Isabel. At last, she glided to the center of the room. Miss Trion jotted some notes on a piece of paper, then looked up and smiled at the class. "You may all be excused. I'll see you tomorrow-except for number seven. She smiled mechanically at Kim. "I'd like to talk with you," she said. Kim's heart sank to the soles of her ballet slippers. She waited for everyone to leave, feeling a spectacle. Maybe Miss Trion just wants to talk to me about the scholarship, Kim tried to comfort herself. That's it. Maybe she didn't get the check in the mail yet, or she wants to know how long I'll be taking lessons, or something like that. She shoved the other possibility that she wasn't good enough for the class quickly out of her head. Finally, Miss Trion came over to her. "I'm afraid we'll have to make some adjustments, Miss Trion said. "With whom have you trained?" "Mr. Flugman," mumbled Kim. "Flugman? I don't believe I've ever heard of him. Where 34 |