It began while we were doing our class presentation: the Amazon Council of Beings. The secretary’s flat voice announced it just as Keisha Jones was introducing herself as a harpy eagle. The Council of Beings capped off the kindergarten’s Amazon rainforest unit and involved twenty-two five-year-ol...
It was not from the rabbi; it was not from Dan. It was not from Earl Morton or anyone who had dismissed her in New York. She was not aware of the way she was waiting for this call. She understood it when she finally heard her sister’s voice; a pain, an ache, she had not been aware she contained, ...