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Show For almost two hours Kim wrote, unaware that the Residence had become gradually calm and eerily quiet. She wrote of how she first wanted so badly to beat Pilar, and how these feelings changed as she worked with the Mexican until finally she became her closest friend. She wrote of the joy of discovering a new person, different from what she had expected and how it had changed her life and her view of Miss Putnam's and living away from home. At 11:45 she wasn't quite finished, but she was thirsty and the strain of having drained herself for two hours was beginning to show. She felt dizzy and lightheaded and stood for a moment to look at her eight pages of penned work from a distance. It felt better than it looked-with cross-outs and misspellings. But still she had a pleasant feeling of accomplishment. She started for the hall where there was a soft drink machine in the freshman lounge. The long corridor seemed even darker and gloomier than usual. Her footsteps echoed on the smooth stone floor, giving her an uneasy, frightened feeling. The Coke machine is only around the corner, she assured herself. Nothing's going to jump out at me from here to there. There are only bedrooms off the hall, and they're empty. I simply have to shut my mind off until I'm back in my room. As Kim walked down the dim hallway, she thought she heard music-soft soulful music. She stopped and listened for a moment, to make sure it wasn't her light, dizzy head. But as she listened, it only became clearer and sharper...and she 137 |
