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Show me for, just knock." Mimi went over to the hall door and carefully locked it. "I told you Miss Dennis would hear you. We ought to stop now" said Kim. "What do you mean?" said Mimi. It appeared she didn't have the least intention of discontinuing the therapy session. "We just have to be more careful, that's all. Here." She grabbed her blanket off the top bunk. "We'll use this a muffler. You can scream into this." Hastily, Kim grabbed a pile of books and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" asked Mimi, surprised. "To the Study Hall." Anything, even the dank study hall, was better than screaming her clothes closet. Maybe she did have some inhibitions. She was willing to admit that. Otherwise, she could have told her mother right off what happened at the Academy. While she really didn't want to hurt her mother's feelings, she knew there was more to it than that. In Idaho she had been a dancer, a good dancer, better than anyone in the state. Everyone in the school knew how good she was. At times she suspected that even T.J. and his friends were aware of that, although of course he never let on that he even knew who she was. Her dancing was the one thing that made it possible 53 |