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Show "We can find a way, can't we," Kim pleaded. "There's Mr. Huskinson's rent and your pay at school and the Passey's money for the farm." Her mother lowered her voice to a whisper. "Kim, Mr. Huskinson's very nice, but he eats up most everything he pays me, and Mr. Passey hasn't made a payment on the farm since September." "But he will," said Kim. "Potatoes is down to two dollars a hundred. Mr. Passey can't harly afford to pay his expenses. When you were dancing at the Academy, I thought it was all worth it...I even went into our savings to pay for last month at your school, and I was figuring on getting a loan at the bank to pay for the rest of year. But I can't see doing that now. 2 She was glad her mom hadn't take out the loan. She couldn't let her do that, even if she was dancing. Her mom would spend the rest of her life trying to pay it off. Somehow, it finally hit Kim that the money had all dried up like a well in the summer. P-s-s-s-s. The air hissed completely out of her spare tire. "Kim, I'm sorry. Honest I am," said her mother. Kim pulled herself up from the floor and ran up the stairs to her room. She fell onto her bed, mashing her head into her blanket where she let the fuzzy camoflauge muffle her bitter sobs. 166 |