Was Mrs. Yeats picking it up? My ears strained to hear what I could only imagine. My mother was calling this morning. While I sat in the plush auditorium with the voice of Mrs. Clancy droning on like elevator music, my mother was getting ready to destroy my life. Was the phone ringing right now? ...
It’s five o’clock. I stretch and yawn. Swim practice will start soon, and no one bothered to tell my inner clock that I’m not going. In a way, things worked out pretty well. Coach called last night to say he’d spoken to the principal. There are insurance concerns—liabilities, since the pool is a ...
Lori met me at her door, nearly shaking with excitement. “Hurry,” she’d said. “Before my dad changes his mind.” We’d run down her sidewalk, arm in arm, laughing about nothing. An earlier rain shower had left everything clean, and the air smelled of possibility. If you wanted to get technical, the...