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EPISODE
3, SCENE 2
Kelly Foster led her private lesson down the Meadows run among the beginners, mostly young children. The private's name was Anthony Aldente and he was no kid. Fortyish, dark and swarthy, this was his first day on skis. He was decked out in a black thousand dollar Bogner suit that made him look like a spazzed out Darth Vader. Seething with frustration, he took it out on Kelly. "Slow down, lady," Aldente barked. "Gimme the knee thing or the weight forward thing but one thing at a time!" Kelly sighed and stopped. "Sure, Mr. Aldente." He was a king jerk, Kelly thought, but he was paying top dollar for an all day and she was stuck with him. "Let's focus on trying to get your downhill ski to start the turn." "Yeah, let's do that," Aldente growled. Maybe he'd been wrong about this skiing thing. What was fun about falling on your ass in snow all day? He felt like a bozo among all these little five year olds zipping past him. If the boys back in Kansas City saw this, they'd fall down laughing. Anthony was falling, but he sure wasn't laughing. |
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