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Show class, she heaved a sigh, considering herself fortunate to have escaped with nothing more serious than a bruised shin. Inside the locker room, girls were yelling in screechy voices, asking to borrow mascara and combs, while Kim sat quietly on a bench fiddling with her shoelaces so it would look like she was changing her clothes. When only a few girls were left in the locker room, Mimi, who had already dressed back into her uniform, said, "You're going to be late for the meeting." "You go on without me," Kim said. She bent over her shoes and retied the laces. Mimi started up the hall. "OK. But I'll save you a place.-" "Don't bother, " Kim whispered. "I'm going to be playing basketball." Mimi winked. "Good plan. I won't breathe a word to anyone." Kim waited until the hall was empty before taking a leather basketball from the equipment room. Dribbling the pungent smelling ball down the hall made her eager to play again. When she reached the gym doors, she paused and stared through one of the narrow glass panels in the doors. The basketball court looked even larger now than it did on 67 |
