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Show around her "Oh, Honey, let me take a look at you. It's been so long." Her mother held her out at arm's length, beaming at her. "You're even prettier than you were when you left." "Sure takes after her mom," said a older man in a worn sheepskin jacket who was standing next to her mother. He wore levis and cowboy boots and and had a scraggly black moustache, and Kim was surprised at the nerve of the stranger. She watched as her mother turned to the man. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce you two. Kim," she said nodding towards the sheepskin jacket, "this is Mr. Huskinson. He's renting the room just off the back porch." Kim stared in disbelief at the black mangy moustache. Her mother had always hated moustaches, and now she was taking one in to board in her very house. In the very room Kim used for all her projects-maps and posters and sewing. How could her mother have done such a thing? She'd invited an intruder into her own house. Was he going to eat meals with them? And go places with them? If he was coming all the way out to the airport to get three little suitcases, he must be making himself to home in a hurry. "Here, I'll take that," boomed Mr. Huskinson, reaching down for the handle of her stereo. "No," said Kim, yanking it away. She grasped it up against her wool plaid coat. "Mr. Huskinson's just trying to be helpful," said her 159 |
