The way it resounded in my heart, it was as if they had clinked them against my bones.
8 Barry
"Did you know I was being sent to a parochial school?" I asked Evan when I went to see him after I had spoken to Mommy and Charlotte.
"Sure," he said. "'Why, didn't you?"
"No."
I sat on his bed. He was at his computer, but
had stopped whatever he was doing and wheeled toward me. "What was it like?" he asked. and I described the building, the teachers, and some of the students. I guess I really sounded happy about Miss Anderson and her excitement about dancing.
"I told you there was something magical in the way you moved," he declared. "It doesn't surprise me that she saw it, too, after only an hour. Maybe you should really think about becoming a professional dancer."'
"I don't know. Right now. I feel like I'm in some sort of limbo and can't imagine what I'll be doing next week, much less the rest of my life."
"You look very upset," Evan said.
I revealed how disappointed and any I was at Mommy for not confiding in me.
"Your aunt is a bad influence," I complained.
"My mother would never have done such a thing
before we came here."
He didn't laugh. He nodded, thoughtful, "She's tenacious, like a bulldog until she gets
what she wants. I tried to help my mother. She was
good at ignoring her when she could, but she was no
match for Aunt Charlotte's persistence. My mother
was too nice to argue or disagree and she always
believed Aunt Charlotte had her best interests and
mine at heart anyway.
"I've gotten so her words just float over me. I
know it drives her mad. Try to ignore her. Do what
you want anyway," he advised.
He asked about the schoolwork and I described
some of what I had to do to catch up. It amazed me
how much he knew about my senior class subjects and
he had all sorts of suggestions and helpful places to
research on the Internet.
In the days and weeks that followed. I often did