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Show room. "What did Miss Trion want?" asked Isabel. All Kim could see was a flash of gold in shiny brunette hair. But she recognized the nasally voice. "Oh, she just wanted to talk to me about another time for my lesson," said Kim, trying not to sound as if she hadn't made the class. "Tough luck," said Isabel, without the slightest trace of sympathy in her voice. "That means you won't be able to dance at all. The van doesn't leave for the Academy until-" "I know," said Kim. She bent down and untied the pink satin ribbons on her ballet slippers. "What a shame, after-" "It's OK," snapped Kim. "I don't mind." She pulled off the slippers and dropped them on the floor. "I didn't want to dance that much anyway." 37 |