I think maybe it will give me an edge if I have a chance to catch my breath and cool off from the heat before he arrives, but I realize my mistake almost immediately. With each passing minute, I get more nervous. My heart has expanded into my throat, cutting off my air supply. I take short, shallow breaths as my whole body throbs with each beat. By the time he finally does walk in, with Ali and Faarooq and at least four other kids who orbit him like he’s the sun, I’ve pretty much decided to ask for a nurse’s pass so I can take my heart failure to a more appropriate location. Unfortunately, the cherub, who is even more enthusiastic than two days ago, chooses that moment to get things started. He bounces to the middle of the room and shouts gaily to Mustapha and crew. “Quickly, now! We have a fun exercise to get to know each other better.” I cringe at the word fun, which every kid knows is teacher-speak for “excruciatingly embarrassing.” “How many of you have played Blind Trust before?”
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