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Show "How come?" "I never eat junk food," said Mimi. Kim managed a smile, as much as her sagging spirits would allow, and went out into the hallway. The sound of buzzing voices floated up from the dining room as Kim walked down the stone steps to the front hall. Girls had already started to file into the large dining room. At breakfast Kim noticed that the Seniors sat at the long head table on the far wall in front of gigantic french doors. Sophomores and juniors sat at the tables surrounding the seniors, and freshmen sat at the oblong table next to the large swinging doors leading into the kitchen. Although there were wrought iron lamp fixtures on the stone walls, much of the light was swallowed up into the recesses of the high, cavernous ceiling. The hall was cold and dim, and reminded Kim of the dining halls in medieval castles. From a long buffet table she filled her plate with tossed salad and jello and fried chicken. With her free hand she picked up a bowl of chocolate pudding. Then she threaded her way in and out of students to the freshman table. Scanning the table, she saw Isabel and Maureen sitting at one end. They were both wearing plaid madras skirts and crew neck sweaters over blouses with round, white collars. The only difference Kim could see in the two 44 |