I didn't dare turn around and look, afraid that if I did I'd have given her evidence of our misdeeds. The elevator was directly across from the slidin... doors of the entrance and we hopped into one that just opened as we stepped up. For a moment Aunt Sarah was distracted, searching for something in the large bag hanging off her shoulder. Samantha reached out and pressed the seventh floor, where my room was. As the metal doors began to close Samantha reached up and pulled my head down to look at. "The maniac who attacked the high school. He cut Leticia's face. She's going to have massive scars and might even lose an eye. Julio is blaming the CAP testing. He's still going to test Tuesday, but he wanted to know if you were looking to organize more protests." I am not looking to organize any protests," I objected. "My father and brother are doing something, but I'm trying to stay out of it. Except that my father may try to get me some kind of intern position with the crews that will be. She had known Danny for most of his life, watched him grow from an awkward boy to tall, toned man. Danny, although very attractive, was shy around women, and Kate knew this from all the conversations she had overheard Jamie have with him.It was wrong to eavesdrop, but her room was next door to her son's. Danny spent most of his time here. His home life was upended when his parents divorced a couple of months ago. Jamie was there for him, having gone through this same upheaval not too long. The odd thing was, I was finding I kind of liked it too, in her company. I'd never been exactly a recluse; the life of an opera singer, even at the comprimario level, doesn't lend itself easily to that. Wherever I'd been, even at home, I'd done my share of partying, been comfortably social, even had rare occasions—very rare over the years—when an evening of flirtation had led to more and I'd brought someone back to my room for the night, or visited her place.For the most part, though, I'd felt.