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Show some book work in the classroom." "What's to do there?" asked Kim. Her mother thought for a moment, then said, "You could play basketball in the gym. You can have the whole court to yourself. No one's allowed in during the holidays." "Who'd want to get into that rickety place?" "Now Kim, that's a real fine gymnasium. It might not be as nice as that one at Miss Putnam's, but it's a whole lot cheaper to play on." The thought of an empty court-even a dilapidated empty court-where she could dribble and play to her heart's content, did hold some attraction for her. At least it was better than visiting with Julene. "OK. How soon you leaving?" "Half an hour," said her mother. "I'll meet you in the car then." In exactly thirty minutes, Kim was waiting in the car for her mother. Mr. Huskinson was shoveling off the last of the snow at the end of the drive. Watching him heave shovelful after shovelful of heavy snow to clear the driveway made her feel guilty for having felt so nasty towards him. After all, he was trying his best. And he couldn't help it if he'd never had the chance to learn decent English. And besides, if it weren't for Mr. Huskinson, thought Kim, I'd be out there shoveling myself. The high school gym was locked up, but her mother had a key and fumbled around on her key ring while Kim surveyed the 171 |
