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Show afraid. " Kim started laughing. "You were afraid! Gol, kid, you •bout scared the skin off me. I thought you were the Boston Strangler or something." Pilar's giggle swelled into laughter, and the two girls convulsed all the way up the steps to the Residence. Outside the Residence, on a cold stone bench, she and Pilar, without saying anything, both sat down together-as if they wanted to savor the night and the stillness...and their friendship. "Where'd you learn to play basketball? " Kim asked. "Merida, at a convent near my home. There was nothing to do after school, so I play basketball." "Why'd you leave ?" "My mother and father- they get a divorce. They fight over everything but me and my brother. So he go to a Military Academy and I come here, " said Pilar wistfully. Leftovers, thought Kim. Just like Miss Hawkins said. "My father, he is a very strong man. He tell me if I come to school in America, I will learn English." "Didn't they teach English at the convent?" "Yes. But not like you speak it. Everyone here talk so fast and use words I do not understand. I do not even find some words you use in dictionary." "Like what?" "Like Golkid." "Gol what?" 117 |
