“she said. “Ah,” I said. “And you found my classroom, so you’re not so bad yourself.” She might have grinned, but she had probably forgotten how. “Glad I have your vote of confidence.” “I assume you’re here to talk with me about my sister?” “Yes,” I said. “That and more. Is there somewhere we can have privacy?” 32. We were in Middle Earth, surrounded by oaks and pines and a lot of rolling green hills. Students with laptops were banging away under trees nearby. Other students were soaki...ng in the sun, and too few were making out. There was one couple, however, going at it like minks. Good for them. College at its best. We were sitting on the grass. My back was up against the trunk of a gnarled ash tree, and Annette was leaning against her massive backpack which was filled to overflowing. “Are you a senior?” I asked. “Yes.” “Do you live at home?” She shook her head vehemently. “I needed to get away. Far away. But I couldn’t leave mother and my sisters.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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