Page 38 of Falling Stars (Shooting Stars 5)

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and then Ice sat in front of us.

"Honey's not the only one who should worry.

Mr. Littleton is not going to like my singing voice. I

don't sing opera," she moaned. "My daddy brought me

up on jazz."

"That won't matter. Ice." Rose said. "It's like

training with a long-distance runner even though

you're going to specialize in the sprint."

"That's

a very clever way to put it," Cinnamon

said. nodding. "Were you a good student?"

"I was on the honor roll a few times, but my

family moved often and I attended too many schools." "Why?" I asked.

She looked like she wasn't going to answer, and

then said. "My father was trying to avoid

responsibilities."

"You mean with his other child and the other

woman?" Cinnamon asked.

"yes, and he was just a man who got bored

easily. The longest we were anywhere I can remember

was nearly two years."

"That didn't give you much of a chance to make

really good friends or boyfriends, did it?" Cinnamon

asked.

"No, but as I told you. I have a boyfriend

attending NYU. When my mother and I moved after

my father's death, my boyfriend Barry visited me

every weekend,"

"How serious are you two?" Cinnamon asked.

Their eyes met.

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