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Show her mother would ever go through with it. "Well he has a little girl, Julene, and he converted the storage room next to the porch into two rooms. He's real handy with a hammer." Kim winced as her mother talked about how they'd hacked up her old play room, but she managed to keep calm. "Everything else all right then?" she asked once more for assurance. "Fine, fine. How's the dancing going. You haven't mentioned anything about it in your letters." The dancing! It was odd how some unpleasant things could just sift to the bottom of her mind like chaff through wheat without her even thinking of them. What with basketball and everything, she hadn't given ballet but a passing thought thought for nearly two weeks. She'd been intending to write her mother and tell her all about it, and here she was talking to her on the phone when she hadn't even told her. "Uh Mom, I put off dancing for a while?" "Put it off? What d'you mean?" "Well, I-I went to the first day and everything, but things didn't work out so good." "What happened?" She'd intended to think this whole thing out very carefully so her mother wouldn't be hurt or mad when she told her what Miss Trion did, but now she'd just have to come out with the whole naked truth. 128 |