on. Her indiscernible chin has gotten even less discernible, and she wears a pageboy haircut that went out of style, like, thirty years ago.
âAh.â She scoots from behind her desk and proffers a bony hug. âLucille Bennett. It has been a spell, hasnât it?â Sheâs originally from Georgia, and the accent has stuck. Her teeth are yellower than I remember. Aging looks like it sucks. âHave a seat, please.â
I do.
âYouâll always be nine to me, I suppose.â She gives me a head-to-toe that is only acceptable because she was once my teacher. âYou are turning into a beautiful woman.â
She said âwomanâ to me. Gross.
âHow are you, sweetheart?â
âIâm okay,â I mumble. âSenior year and everything.â
âYouâre a senior?â Shakes her head. Her hair does not move. âWhat happens to the time? Do you have big college plans?â
I have no college plans.
âIâm thinking about a gap year,â I say.
There is a definite uneasy pause, like sheâs waiting for me to explain myself, which I am not going to do.
âSo there was something about Wren?â I donât mean to be rude, but being in this classroom gives me the heebies.
âYes.â Mrs. LaRouche startles back to the papers in her hand. âOf course. Iâm sorry your mother couldnât come today. This is rather important, I think.â
I will hold it together no matter what she says. I am strong.
âYeah, her hours got all changed around. Itâs a mess. Some nursing politics.â The nursing lie spins and spins.
âAll right, well, she said it was fine with her if I share this with you, so letâs talk.â
âOkay.â
âLet me begin by saying that your sister is a remarkable child.â
âI know.â
âShe is far more developed than her classmates in a variety of areas. Science, for instance, and math.â
âOh.â
âShe also has excellent verbal skills. Did you know that Wren is currently reading at a ninth grade level?â
I should start reading out loud to her on my nights off. I should do a lot of things.
âQuite frankly,â she goes on, âif it were up to me, she would move forward and skip a grade. She seems unchallenged by the curriculum, and she simply breezes through her work.â
âThatâs all good news, right?â I say.
âAh, well.â Mrs. LaRouche removes her glasses and allows them to fall on their chain around her neck. She looks at me square. âYes, all of that is good, but I do have some concerns.â
âOkay,â I say.
âWren appears extremely anxious, especially recently.â She hands me a paper.
I have a stomachache.
âShe has requested lately to sit away from the other children. She complains that noise bothers her.â She points to a desk in the corner. âThatâs where she likes to spend her time. Sheâs rather good-natured about it, but she is isolating herself. Iâm simply worried that Wren is disappearing into her own world, not engaging with the other students, and Iâd like to make our school counseling services available to her, if thatâs all right.â
âFor what, exactly?â I breathe. In. Out. In. Out. âWhat good would that do?â
âThere has been,â she says gently, âa lot of change for Wren in the past few months.â She sighs. âI really would have preferred to speak to your mother about all of this. It must be difficult for all three of you.â
âWeâre fine,â I say, then think of what an adult would want to hear. âWeâre in an adjustment period.â
âYes, well, Iâd like to show you something.â She hands me a piece of paper, Wrenâs writing all over it, the pink pen, the curly letters, the hearts over the
i
s.
âShould I read it?â
âPlease,â she
Amanda Hocking
Jody Lynn Nye
RL Edinger
Boris D. Schleinkofer
Selena Illyria
P. D. Stewart
Ed Ifkovic
Jennifer Blackstream
Ceci Giltenan
John Grisham