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           WhenIgotthere,though,Ididn’tseeheraroundanywhere.Therewereafewkidsaround,skatingandall,andtwoboyswereplayingFlysUpwithasoftball,butnoPhoebe.Isawonekidaboutherage,though,sittingonabenchallbyherself,tighteningherskate.IthoughtmaybeshemightknowPhoebeandcouldtellmewhereshewasorsomething,soIwentoverandsatdownnexttoherandaskedher,"DoyouknowPhoebeCaulfield,byanychance?"

           "Who?"shesaid.Allshehadonwasjeansandabouttwentysweaters.Youcouldtellhermothermadethemforher,becausetheywerelumpyashell.

           "PhoebeCaulfield.ShelivesonSeventy-firstStreet.She’sinthefourthgrade,overat—"

           "YouknowPhoebe?"

           "Yeah,I’mherbrother.Youknowwheresheis?"

           "She’sinMissCallon’sclass,isn’tshe?"thekidsaid.

           "Idon’tknow.Yes,Ithinksheis."

           "She’sprob’lyinthemuseum,then.WewentlastSaturday,"thekidsaid.

           "Whichmuseum?"Iaskedher.

           Sheshruggedhershoulders,sortof."Idon’tknow,"shesaid."Themuseum."

           "Iknow,buttheonewherethepicturesare,ortheonewheretheIndiansare?"

           "TheonewheretheIndians."