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Show wouldn't have to face Pilar. Back in her room, she locked the door to the washroom. At dinner, she sat at a tenth grade table to avoid her. What could Pilar do? Kim kept asking herself. Give her a dirty look? Ignore her? So what? Still, prickles shot up and down her back whenever she thought of the Mexican. Nerves, like splashes of icy water, pricked Kim's stomach Friday afternoon, the day Miss Fites was to announce the members of the team. School was out at one forty five on Fridays, and the announcement wasn't to be posted until three. That left over an hour with nothing to do but chafe and worry. The day was unusually warm for November. The thinned sunlight slid through openings in the oak trees bordering the field, and baked on the grass. Kim and Mimi were on the way to the Residence after P.E. when Kim, on impulse, said, "Let's not go back to the room yet. " "Fine with me," said Mimi. What do you propose?" "How 'bout soaking up some sun on the field?" said Kim. She collapsed onto the reedy grass, and lay there until the heat baked through her green sweater onto her back. With her fingertips she cracked dried oak leaves that 86 |