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Show right?" Mimi's voice was throaty and still full of sleep, but Kim could tell by the slow, thoughtful way Mimi was talking that she was finally focusing. "I think so. I can't remember," said Kim. She was pacing the room throwing a sock, a slip, a skirt-desperate to find her stereo. "I don't think I played it last night, did I?" "No. We were in the City, remember? "I'm sure it was here. I would have noticed if it was missing." A dreadful sinking feeling came over her. "Maybe someone stole it," she said. All at once she felt horribly vulnerable and exposed. Someone had come into her room, had invaded her privacy and stolen the most valuable thing she owned. But who? All at once she imagined everyone on the second floor as a suspect. "Well, if whoever took it," said Mimi, "had to go through the washroom door, because the hall door is locked and--" Kim didn't wait for Mimi to finish her sentence. She didn't have to. As soon as Mimi began talking about the thief coming through the washroom door, Kim knew exactly who took her stereo. Yanking the washroom door open, she peered into the tiny room, glancing on cupboards and shelves. She was too nervous to go in any farther for fear Pilar would open the other door. "It's got to be in Pilar's room." said Kim, closing the 94 |