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Show Half of her hoped she was wrong, and the other half hoped she was right. If it was her tape, it meant Isabel had stolen it, or at least taken it from someone who did. And that might also mean she could have been playing it on her stereo. But if it was her tape and her stereo, what could she say? She couldn't just go and accuse Isabel out of nowhere of stealing. And how could she get over to the other side of the room where she knew the radio was without looking like she wanted to examine it? For lack anything more brilliant to do, she simply stood there, gazing at Isabel. C-c-r-runch. Isabel took another bite out of the apple. Finally, Kim ventured, "Uh, how come you're here?" Without hesitating, Isabel said, calmly, "My parents were supposed to pick me up and take to a dance at the Burlingame Country Club tonight, but Mummy got a headache, so they couldn't make it." Isabel chewed nonchalantly on her apple. "I don't really mind though. I've had kind of heavy week, and I needed to relax." I'll bet, thought Kim. Then, attempting to appear unconcerned, she asked, "What was the song you were listening to?" Isabel stiffened. "Oh, that. Uh, I don't even know." She glanced down by the side of the couch. "I just punched the button on this stereo that was here when I came in and some guitar music came out." Then, reaching down for the stereo, she said, "You know, people shouldn't leave expensive things 139 |