"From a New York suburb in New Jersey," I responded as I sat down."From a New York suburb in New Jersey," I responded as I sat down. "How about you?" "From the West Coast of Oregon," Stephy answered. "We are both a long way from home. Did your parents come with you?" "No," I answered. "They are divorced. I took a plane here myself, and Dad arranged for a limo at the airport." We chatted idly for a while, and I became more comfortable with Stephy, but I still had to be careful of my mannerisms so that they would not give me away. As long as the talk stayed with current music, clothes, and school, I was comfortable. When Stephy began to talk about boys, I felt uncomfortable, but tried not to seem disturbed. Suddenly, a knock at the door prompted a "Please come in," from Stephy. Then Ms. Wallace walked in. "Hello Ms. Wallace," Stephy responded. "Hello Ms. Wallace," I said also. |