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Show CHAPTER NINE A numbness slithered over Kim's mind as she walked back her room. The blaring stereos playing thundering music with thumping rhythms hardly phased her. In a near stupor, she walked stonily by girls who were scurrying up and down the hall with their hair wrapped in curlers and towels. In the room Mimi was pulling what looked like a striped wool blanket-the kind she'd seen Mexicans wear-off a hook in the closet. "Sure you don't want to go to the flicks with us?" said Mimi. "Positive," Kim answered, dropping into the desk chair. "You know there's never a soul in the Residence on a Saturday night." "I just don't feel like a movie." Kim had been planning to do her report for Mrs. Parker, but now she didn't even feel like doing that. "Is something wrong?" "No..." said Kim in a vague voice. "I'd just like to be alone. " "You're not still worrying about that paper due Monday, are you?" She could see that Mimi was in a hurry and it would taken too much time to explain to what had just happened, so she said simply, "Yeah, I guess that's it. " 133 |