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Show am happy for to sew or to read." "You know for how to sew?" Isabel asked. By this time Miss Hawkins eyes were blazing mad. Before Pilar had a chance to respond, Miss Hawkins broke in, "Yes, Isabel. In some parts of the world people actually sew. Of course, it's a little difficult getting their monograms just right on the crew neck sweaters." Isabel turned scarlet and Pilar must have caught on because her eyes darted to her plate and she picked it up and excused herself. Miss Hawkins glared at Isabel, but said nothing more. For the rest of the meal, Isabel and Maureen whispered back and forth, casting sidelong glances at Miss Hawkins to make sure she knew they were talking about her. When Kim caught Isabel's eye as she was leaving the table, Kim smirked. Isabel was madder than ever. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you, Kim. I'll bet you don't even know what a monogram is," said Isabel. "Of course, she does," Maureen said. "She's a basketball player. I'll bet she has shiny purple uniforms monogrammed with GFF. The Gridley Falls Falcons." Kim flushed and the two girls laughed and walked out of the dining room. Miss Hawkins leaned over Kim. "Don't let them get to 73 |
