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Yes, Phil It was a boldworld, and I was a girl with ambition
But shed tell Katie first Nothing was quite perfect until she shared it with Kate
This was the start of their dream
The cherry trees in the Quadof time better than any calendar Pink and full of blossoreen in the warloriously hued for the start of school; and now, bare on this November day in 1981
For Kate, life was ht-years away froirl shed been on arrival In her years at UW, shed learned to direct Rush Week skits, to organize and plan a dance for three hundred people, to chug a glass of beer and shoot a raw oyster, to work the room at a frat party and be coy news stories with a hook and a splash, and to fil while it happened Her journalishly and told her repeatedly that she had a gift
The problem, it seemed, was her heart Unlike Tully, who could barrel forward and ask any question, Kate found it hard to intrude on peoples grief More and more often lately, she held back on her own stories and edited Tullys instead
She didnt have what it took to be a network news producer or a first-rate reporter Every day, as she sat in her broadcast and co to herself
She drea on to law school so that she could fight the injustices she reported on, or writing novels that htor—and this was thein love But how could she tell Tully these things?
Tully, who had taken her hand all those years ago when no one else would, whod spun the gossamer dream of their lives as partners in TV news How could she tell her best friend that she no longer shared their dream?
It should be easy to say Theyd been girls all those years ago when theyd chosen to embark on their tandeed so ned, Mount St Helens had blown up, and cocaine had becooers The U S hockey team had pulled off a miracle win at the Olympics and a B-rate actor was president Dreams could hardly remain static in such uncertain times
She simply had to stand up to Tully, for once, and tell her the truth, say, Those are your dreams, Tully, and Im proud of you, but Im not fourteen anymore and I cant follow you forever
"Maybe today," she said aloud, dragging her backpack along beside her as she walked through the gray, foggy campus
If only she really had a drea to replace the twin-TV news stars Tully ue, I dont knoouldnt hold much water with Tropical Storm Tully
On the edge of caed into the strea at friends as she passed the roos on the sofas and chairs and on every patch of the celery-green carpet
She tossed her backpack to the floor and found a spot on the floor between Charlotte and Mary Kay "Has it started?"