By Martha Grimes
The girl's hair was once white less than the headband, now a headband of snow, and there has been a good rime of ice on her eyebrows. Her mouth was once so numb she couldn't have spoken no matter if there have been a person to talk to. She wore the snowshoes she had chanced on again within the cabin and had introduced the offers, painkiller and bandages, no matter what she may need to decorate a wound. She puzzled if trappers wore snowshoes. not likely. besides, a trapper wouldn't positioned himself in the course of the unpleasantness of popping out in a heavy snow like this to ascertain his traps. In New Mexico, the legislation was once you needed to cost the traps each thirty-six hours, yet who paid any cognizance? An animal trapped stayed trapped.
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I said it lightly enough, but all this talk was making me a little uncomfortable. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d never been in a locker room before. Guys are always commenting, and some like to strut. But I don’t think too many would admit if they stared. “They just . . don’t approve. Of the photographers, I guess. ” Jimmy rinsed pails, so I 25 really couldn’t see his face. ” Those kind of people? ” He did a one-shouldered shrug. “A couple candids here and there. I like candids, because it’s when they don’t think you’re looking that you catch people being themselves.
Sure, I’d never heard of him having any girlfriends, but I didn’t have any either. Didn’t mean a thing. I was busy. I had stuff to do. ” Shoving aside a stack of school crap, Mom perched on the edge of my bed. “I can understand that you’re angry. Jimmy should’ve told you before he entered those pictures in that contest. But he probably thought he didn’t stand a chance and, well . ” “That picture isn’t necessarily a bad thing. ” Then I got it. “Oh, great. You think Yale . . ” Mom got this defiant look.
I had to go that year, though, because I was president of the student council. We got there early to help the schools set up in the gym and lug in the boxes of pamphlets and junk they gave away to try to get you interested: T-shirts, key chains, chocolate-chip cookies, bottled water with the school logo. Pizza. One school even had a raffle going for an iPad, which I thought was cool. I even listened to the sales pitch just to get my name entered. Mostly, though, I went around to the different tables to make sure things were running smoothly and to see if the reps needed anything.