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And with that I picked up ered up the aisle The bus wasn’t at my stop yet, but I was out of there

Sa our heated Heathcliffe discussion I asked hies He said he already had, and left it at that He looked out thethe whole way into school, and I sat unco ahead inthe next day’s lesson The ride ho I arrived at our seat first I wasn’t carrying the dictionary any it with me if ere done Samuel wasn’t far behind and he said "scoot" when I sat down I shifted over against the , and he sat down next tohe said the whole way into Nephi This time I was prepared, and I buried my nose in Jane Eyre Jane Eyre was like co a little rejected

After school, I cli the half hour I would sit next to Sa and the discussion I even missed him a little

Samuel was already seated, and he watched e look on his face when my eyes met his He looked almost triumphant I sat down and he held out a thin plastic folder

"I guess you know so about true love after all At least Ms Whituely

My eyes quickly scanned the cover page It was Sahts He had titled it ‘True Love or Obsession?’ Ms White in bold red print I yanked the cover page over, e Sa the word ‘charity’ with ‘true love’ as I had done, and basically written a paper on the difference between true love and obsession, using examples from the book His final sentence onderful, and it was all his own He said "Where true love would have redeemed them, obsession condemned them forever"

I whooped loudly, only to have kids turn and stare atto you?" My s to split my face in half, but I couldn’t help it

My exciterinned at me briefly - his smile a quick flash of white teeth

"She said it was so i to give ain and threw my fisted hands skyward in victory This time half the bus turned and stared Tara even stopped ave gle Sa, too

"Lady Josephine, you are so else," he said softly and reached over and tookand warainst my own My hand felt very sbird fluttering in ently slid his hand away

It got dark quickly now that winter had gripped the valley Getting up the hill to the Grimaldi’s had become more difficult with the snow, but I never co concerned over the weather or the dwindling daylight, I just s a lesson must have been evident, because she never pressedthawset any traction I would just ride to the base of the hill and then trudge up it, along the side of the road where the snoas piled and I wouldn’t slip

Sonja had begun teachinga live orchestra She would put a record on, put the score in front ofar the dynamics as if I were the one in control

I left my lesson that day with my head full of music Sonja had been in a flamboyant mood, and the music still poured out of the house behind me as I made my way down the hill She had turned on Ravel’s Bolero and I had conducted it joyfully It had a wonderfully insistent, repetitive melody, and it was perfect for a novice conductor likein" the instruments, as they were continually added, sections at a time

It was ti power inside ofas I spread my arms and spun in dizzy circles down the snowy hill The speed of h as I recklessly conducted the internal orchestra swelling

Unfortunately, I wasn’t ACTUALLY levitating, and I began to stu of ht I cart wheeled down the length of the hill, landing in deep snow bank two thirds of the way down I acted like a child so rarely that it was strangely ironic that when I truly lost myself in childlike wonder, I ended up hurt and alone My ankle screaony that hadto escape the pain

My piano books were scattered down the hill,the up the hill to collect the as ed to lose lasses Without the assistance ofdohen I tried to inch upwards I tried valiantly not to cry as I reprih the ordeal of gathering up the books closest toback up the hill to Sonja’s was out of the question I slid down the rest of the way on