#7 A Twist of Fate by Laurie Friedman

Author:Laurie Friedman [Friedman, Laurie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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ISBN: 9781512419368
Publisher: Lerner Publishing Group
Published: 2016-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Nothing so needs reforming

as other people’s habits.

—Mark Twain

Tuesday, March 24, 1:25 p.m.

DAY 4

From bad to worse

As I ate my oatmeal this morning, I only had two goals.

One: to pick all the raisins out of my oatmeal. I don’t know why Aunt Lila put them there to begin with. Shouldn’t raisins fall in the category of things that a cook should put on the side, like brown sugar, so people can put whatever they want in their oatmeal?

Two: to make it down an easy blue run.

When we left ski school yesterday, Carmen said she was confident my body would get the hang of it today. But so far, her confidence was misplaced. I worked hard on it this morning. But I think the problem was more in my head than my body.

It started when we got to the lodge. I was putting on my boots when Sophie got her boots out of the locker next to mine, and instead of sitting down next to me, she went around the corner to another bench to put hers on. She might as well have been wearing a T-shirt that read I don’t want to be anywhere near you. The message was so clear.

Even though I’d vowed to let things go, I had to find out why Sophie was making such a statement. I put my snow boots in my locker and then confronted Sophie. “Did I do something to offend you?” I asked.

Sophie was adjusting the buckle on one of her boots. She stopped and looked up. “God, no.”

“I wish you’d just tell me what’s going on with you,” I said.

Sophie bent down and started fiddling with her other boot like it needed adjusting. “I can’t tell you. At least not yet.”

I waited until she finished. “Why?” I asked. It seemed like a pretty benign question. Sophie stood and picked up her snow boots.

“I’m going to put these in my locker,” she said.

I followed her. “Can you at least answer my question?” I asked.

“This isn’t a game, like ranking the instructors.” She looked annoyed.

I felt the same way. “How would I know what it is? You haven’t told me a thing.”

“Drop it!” she practically spat the words at me. Then she exhaled, louder than was necessary. “Let’s just ski.”

So we did. Sophie, Harry, Mia, Amanda, and I spent the morning with Carmen again. I tried to focus on skiing, but I kept thinking about my conversation with Sophie.

What’s going on that she can’t tell me . . . yet?

That’s what I was thinking about when I almost ran into a tree. “April!” I heard Carmen yell my name, and I stopped just in time. “Keep your thoughts on the slopes!” Carmen said when she caught up to me.

“Are you a ski instructor or a mind reader?” I asked.

“Both,” she said. Then she smiled. “I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I’ve found that when you let yourself think about what’s going on off the hill, you don’t do as well on the hill.

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