some lavish production. She quickly glanced out the

window. She had primed him for me. I thought. How artificial. What else had she told him about me? My favorite colors, foods, movie stars, and singers? Is he

going to claim he likes them all as well?

"Really." I said dryly. "You recently read

Romeo and Juliet?"' was considering asking him

something detailed just to expose him and Mommy, "Yes. I've even seen the ballet a few times.

Have you ever seen it?"

"No."

"Of course you know West Side Story is based

on Romeo and Juliet?"

I nodded, a little more impressed. Was he

telling the truth? He did read a great deal and also

liked Romeo and Juliet?

"If a production of either the ballet or the

musical comes to Florida, I'll be sure to take you," he

said. "Do you want to be an actress or a model?" "Neither."

"You're certainly pretty enough. What would

you like to be? Any ideas yet?"

"Maybe a teacher," I said. "A college teacher. A

professor."

"I bet you can be anything you want to be." he

said.

"Why?" I challenged. He smiled and looked at Mommy. "You have a

certain je ne sai

s quoi."

"What?"

"A quality not easy to describe but nevertheless

there. Grace. A real sense of yourself, a focus. I can

see it, and my money is on you."

"I'm not a race horse."

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