Thirty-Four – The GreatEscape
All week I spend each lunch hour improvisingin the music practice room. I’ve recorded bits on a cassette andMr. Donne has listened to it. He wants me to play it at anassembly. But that thought terrifies me. I’d like to get the maintheme worked out a bit more so I know how far I can travel with it.Once that’s firmly in my head I can let myself go. I might thinkabout his suggestion then. Lately I find musical things seem towork best when I recall the conversations I’ve had with Miss Hastieand Dr. Fleetwood-Zill.
I feel like a different person. Different inthe sense that I’ve had enough of home and family. I would neverhave dared think like this a few months ago. I can’t changeanything about my brother. I wish I could change everything for mysister. And it feel
