Touching Snow by M. Sindy Felin

Author:M. Sindy Felin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing
Published: 2007-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

I wasn’t thrilled to be having dinner with Mr. Levinson, but to tell you the truth, as mean as Rachael was trying to be to me, I wasn’t, like, totally upset to spend more time with her. Rachael and I rode in the backseat while Mr. Levinson drove and babbled on about our great melting pot of a community and how important it was for people of different races and religions and cultures to get to know one another. For a minute there I thought he was going to pull the car over and make us get out and sing “We Are the World” in the middle of the highway.

Rachael was really fuming. She said nothing at all, didn’t even answer when her father asked how the collage project was coming along.

“I hope you’ll be joining us at the center again, Karina,” said Mr. Levinson. “Laurel told me what a great job you did with the little Wilbert brothers today.”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “I don’t think I can always get a ride back and forth from the center.”

“Oh?” said Mr. Levinson. “How did you get there today? You didn’t hitchhike, I hope.” Ha, ha, ha.

“My uncle dropped me off, but he’s usually very busy,” I said. Busy getting drunk.

“I see.” Mr. Levinson nodded.

“And today I thought if you didn’t show up, I’d have to ask that Laurel lady for a ride home,” I said.

“She would have been more than happy to take you, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, but I’d rather stick a fork in my eye and twist the handle until my eyeball popped out than spend fifteen minutes stuck in a car with her.”

Rachael positively howled. She laughed so hard her eyes started to tear. I smiled too. I was glad Rachael had cheered up. Mr. Levinson wasn’t so amused.

“Well, I know Laurel has her own special ways,” he said. “But her heart is in the right place.”

Mr. Levinson pulled up to a big, fancy house with four white pillars from the roof to the floor of the front porch. The driveway wasn’t a regular driveway. It was one of those semicircle things where you drive in at one side and drive out the other. I’d never been in this part of Chestnut Valley before. I never even knew Chestnut Valley had parts like this. Even the Mrs.’s house where Aunt Merlude worked wasn’t this fancy.

I followed Rachael into the house; the front door wasn’t even locked. Totally not a smart idea for a rich person’s house, but maybe they had a guard dog or a butler or something.

“Mom!” Rachael shouted. “We’ve got a visitor!”

Rachael turned to me then and watched as I looked over her house. We were in a big foyer with a chandelier hanging in the middle. There was a living room on the right side with a big white piano, and even though the furniture was the fanciest I’d ever seen, fancier than even the living rooms of white people that I’d seen on TV, they hadn’t bothered to cover it with plastic.

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