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Show "Well then why don't you try out for the basketball team. We have one of the best girls teams in Northern California, and even if you don't make it, the experience will be good for you." Kim had never thought about playing basketball seriously. At least not on a team. She'd always thought of ballet as her thing. "What would I tell my mother about dancing?" "You tell you're playing basketball instead." "I can't tell her that." "Maybe not right off, but after we've had a few screaming sessions, it'll loosen you up and you'll be able to tell her anything. Let's try it now." Mimi took a deep breath, and without warning, let out a piercing scream. "Hey, you can't scream here in the middle of the Residence. Miss Dennis'11 have a fit." "We're not in the middle of the Residence. We're in the closet and this is Dennis's 'tea time.' Believe' me, she's past all-«|jL feeling. Go ahead," said Mimi, as if she had done nothing unusual at all. "You try it now. Don't hold back. Just let go of everything. Gloria and I do it all the time. It's very therapeutic". To humor Mimi, Kim let out a feeble "A-h-h-h," the sound she made when a doctor examined her throat. 51 |
