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Show up the nerve. Anyway, I wouldn't lose sleep over it." "I won't," said Kim. But after the lights were out, the black eyes of the Mexican kept running through her head. There was a strange, haunting air about her. Maybe Pilar did just want someone to talk to. But if she was so lonely, why didn't she say anything at dinner? Not once did look up from her plate. The more Kim thought about Pilar in the room right next to her, the more nervous she became. Finally, she threw off her blanket and crept over to the washroom door, turning the handle. Satisfied it was locked, she groped her way back to her bed and snuggled herself under her flannel comforter. 'Every problem looks rosier at dawn than at dusk,' her mother used to say. She lay in the dark listening to an occasional patter of footsteps down the hall, wondering what could possibly make her world rosy. 56 |