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Show paused, as if clear out of reasons for her to keep dancing. "You see, Mom, I'm not as good a dancer as we thought." It hurt to say it. It really hurt. But it was the truth, and her mother had to find out sooner or later. "Look, honey, it'll just take a little work, that's all." "No, Mom. I'll never be good enough to dance with the ballet company." Another long pause, then finally, "That ballet company down there isn't everything. There's the Pocatello Reperatory Co-" "It's everything I wanted, Mom. I don't want to dance with some third rate company." "Now that isn't any third rate-" "Please, Mom. I've made up my mind." There was a deep sigh on the other end. "Very well, if that's what you've decided, I guess there's not much reason to your being down in California, is there?" Kim's stomach fell to her feet. She knew her mother would be upset that she wasn't dancing, but she'd never counted on her Mom making her come home. "Sure there is," Kim shot back. "There are my classes and basketball-" "There are classes here at the junior high," said Mrs. Long, "and basketball is hardly enough reason to spend over six thousand dollars a year." Six thousand dollars. When she had first read the four 130 |
