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Show and banging. Why hadn't Mr. Fixit tightened the window, thought Kim. She could hear Mr. Huskinson stumbling about downstairs in the kitchen, and morning cartoons filtering up through the furnace vents from the living room. So if she wanted any privacy, she'd be forced to spend the day in her bedroom. She could have gone next door to Laura's, but Laura and her family were visiting relatives in Tremonton. A knock at the bedroom door, caused her to raise her head from the pillow. "Come in." "Hi, hon," said her mother cheerily. Her mother always managed to be cheerful in the morning, but since Mr. Huskinson had come, she had seemed even more so. Her mother was carrying a tray with a glass of orange juice and a plate filled with toast and scrambled eggs and bacon on it. The smell of the bacon forced her head even higher off the bed. She leaned back on her elbows and watched as her mother set the tray on her blanket. "How's this for service?" said her mother. "Mr. Huskinson has the day off and I knew you wouldn't want to eat in the kitchen, so I brought the kitchen to you." She set the tray carefully down on the bed beside Kim. "Is he going to be around all day?" asked Kim, making no effort to hide her frustration. "Probably not the whole day. He's usually in and out. He said he'd shovel the snow for me this morning." "Mom-" "I know what you're going to say, Kim, and I wish you 169 |
