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    “Oh, sorry,” he said, his cheeks heating once more.
    Elm trees lined this side of College Avenue, the blanket of shade adding a pleasant coolness to the breeze on their faces. Balfour lay a block or two ahead of them. At a clearing in the trees the football field came into view. A team spread across it in a scrimmage, preparing for the fall season.
    “They have a football team?”
    “Yeah, the Redmen. Guys who want to play in the fall are trying out this week. I was going to play this year but decided to wait and see,” Henry said.
    Jenny took in the high school and its setting. “This reminds me of the last school I was at, so well treed and lots of fields around it.”
    “Where were you last?”
    “In a suburb of Vancouver.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Henry replied, even though he had no idea what she meant. She must have sensed his ignorance because she explained what a suburb was and how some cities grew so big that smaller cities developed around them.
    “Vancouver must be pretty big then,” Henry concluded.
    “Yes, it is. It’s a lovely place, but I still like smaller cities like the one I grew up in.”
    “Yeah? Where were you born?”
    “Kelowna, British Columbia. It’s a small city and very beautiful. We lived near the lake and did a lot of boating before Dad got so busy with work.”
    Less than a block away from the school, Jenny noticed the crosswalk where other kids were crossing College Avenue.
    “There is a crosswalk.”
    “Oh, yeah, I guess so. I forgot all about that.” Henry didn’t meet her gaze.
    Jenny slowed and raised an eyebrow at him. Henry knew she was wondering whether to believe him or not. When she shied away, smiling, he knew she realized what his real intent in avoiding the crosswalk had been.
    She seemed not to mind too much though, because she fell into step with him again. A moment later she turned and looked up at the two-storey high school stretching over a city block. The brown brick structure boasted an impressively tall, pillared entrance smack in the centre of its otherwise standard design.
    “Seems like a nice school. How many students go here?”
    “I don’t know, probably a hundred,” Henry replied.
    “Oh, is that all? It seems big for just a hundred.”
    Henry’s face flushed again as he realized his estimate was likely in serious error. “Oh, did I say a hundred? I meant five hundred.”
    “That sounds about right for a school this size, but we can ask when we go in.”
    They started up the stairs leading to the front door. Other students, some alone and some accompanied by their parents, also entered and left the building. Henry slipped behind Jenny as they moved to the side to let those heading down the stairs go by, scooting in front of her to hold the door open for her as soon as there was a chance.
    “Thank you, Henry.”
    Henry just smiled and motioned her inside with a bit of a flourish, following Jenny in as the huge oak door slowly swung closed behind them.
    Trying to imagine how Jenny might see it, Henry took in the high ceiling and open hall. It was spacious and impressive and Henry felt a flutter of pride that this was his school. A few people milled around, one or two studied the trophy showcases. Just beyond the trophy displays was the administration office.
    Before Henry had a chance to mention it, Jenny spotted the office and marched ahead of him through the door.
    An older lady behind the high counter looked up at them and smiled as they entered. Three other women worked at their desks behind her, two of them sorting through piles of forms, the other clacking away on a typewriter. The principal’s office was to their left.
    “May I help you?”
    “Yes, hi! My name is Jenny Sarsky. I’ll be attending Balfour in September. I came to pick up the registration forms.”
    “Certainly, I have the forms right here. Your mom phoned just a few moments ago to tell me to expect you.” The woman flipped through an accordion file on her desk. “I