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Show row on hall. The box was partitioned off into smaller wooden squares for the mail. Kim's slot was at the end of a re the top. As she walked over to her slot to see if she had any mail, she could hear Isabel's voice. "...and Mis-s Trion said I had an excellent chance of getting a part in 'Giselle' this Spring." "Yes, I'm keeping my weight down." "No, Mummy, I never eat desserts. I fit perfectly into my navy blue suit. Shall I wear that Sunday? Or is it too dressy for brunch?" "What about shoes?" "Fine...All right...Yes, I've got my jade bracelet I can wear." "Grandma's picking me up? But I thought you were." "No...that's all right. It's just that I haven't seen you for over two weeks." "Yes. I know the Crosby Tournament's a big thing ...Have a good time." Before Isabel had a chance to hang up, Kim grabbed an air mail letter that was sticking out of her box and hurried down the hall, examining it as she turned into her room. Immediately, she recognized the slanted handwriting. It was her mother's. Her fingers trembled as she tore open the letter. The last two weeks flashed through her mind as 75 |