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Show recognized the song. It was All My Yesterdays, the tape she had lost with her stereo. A dull panic grabbed at her stomach. Who was playing it? There wasn't a light on in any of the rooms. Everyone was gone. No one ever stayed around the Residence on a Saturday night. Slowly, she made her way down the hall, turning the corner, then walking carefully into the freshman lounge. It was dim in the room. Only a small lamp cast a glow, but Kim could make out the figure of someone sitting on the sofa. It was Isabel. She was stretched out on the vinyl covered couch eating an apple. The minute Isabel saw Kim she sat bolt upright and dropped her hand to the side of the couch. The music stopped. "Hello," she said, with forced easiness. "I thought you went with Mimi to the City." She crunched a large bite off the apple, trying to appear casual. "U-U-h, no," said Kim, knowing she looked dumb standing there staring open-mouthed at Isabel, but physically unable to do anything else. "I-I-I had a report to write." Iced chills shot through Kim as she stared at Isabel. Had Isabel been playing her tape? But how did she get it? Maybe it was hers, thought Kim. Isabel might have owned the tape. Or maybe it was a song on the radio. I shouldn't leap to conclusions, she warned herself, remembering her experience with Pilar. But what if it was my tape I heard. 138 |
