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Show .en :ers on like this lying around. They could get stol< She held up a grey metal radio with two black speak* either side. "You don't happen to know who this belongs to, do you?" Kim lunged for the stereo. "That's mine," she said, grabbing it from Isabel. "Hey, easy there. You almost pulled off my arm." "I'm sorry," said Kim grasping the stereo to her chest, but this has been missing for over two months. "I don't mean to sound critical," said Isabel in a sugary voice, "but you ought to be more careful with your things." Kim glared icicles at Isabel, then turned on one foot and headed out of the lounge. When she was just out of the door, Isabel called, "Glad you found it." Kim hurried back to her room, nearly running. She slammed the door behind her and locked it, seething like bubbling tar inside. Carefully, she examined her stereo. No scratches or dents. At least Isabel hadn't ruined it. But how had she stolen it? Had she come into the room during the night? Or taken it while she and Mimi had been in San Francisco? And why would she take it? She had enough money to but six stereos. It just didn't make sense. Maybe Isabel was telling the truth. Maybe she did find it there. But that couldn't have been. Isabel had searched with all the rest of the girls the day Miss Dennis made the announcement over the intercom. And the counselor had 140 |
