going to my head that gave me the courage or

unfastened my tongue from the roof of my mouth. "The Museum of Modem Art." Howard quickly

explained in a stage whisper.

"Oh." I felt the heat in my face. Did they all

think I was a country bumpkin? "Sorry."

"Yes, and that night you will all attend an offBroadway production of modern dance," Madame

Senetsky continued, not pausing for a beat. "Sunday

afternoon, there is a lecture on Renaissance theater at

the New York Public Library. All of your

transportation will be arranged.'"

"You're pretty lucky kids," Cameron Demetrius

said.

"Let's hope they appreciate it." Mr. Berman

added.

"Oh, they will," Madame Senetsky said. She

seemed to be looking more at me than the others. 'If

not tomorrow, then the day after."

She then announced that we were excused.

Howard rose first and thanked her and our teachers.

They stood to say good night. I couldn't help but

notice how Edmond Senetsky held Rose's hand a little

longer than he held Cinnamon's. Ice's, or mine, and

how his eyes fixed on her face as well. Howard smiled

slyly at me, and then we all left the room and headed

for the stairway.

"That was fantastic," Howard began before we

were too far. "It was like being on public television or something. Can you realize and appreciate who our

teachers have met, worked with, known?"

"Do you think Mr. Bergman might have known

Mozart?" Steven joked.

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