She wasn’t home, but one of her chatty neighbors told them that she was a teacher’s aide at a private day school in the neighboring town of Arroyo Verde. As they pulled into the school parking lot, Savannah sized up the school. With its pristine green lawns, generously equipped playground, and scores of students running around in neat white shirts, blue and green plaid skirts on the girls and navy slacks on the boys ... it was obviously a place that cost the parents a few bucks. A place that was a far cry from the small country school that she had attended in McGill, Georgia, with its dirt play yard, one broken teeter-totter, and a single swing with frazzled ropes. She smiled as she watched the kids slipping down their safe, bright red slide—splinter free, no doubt. These kids were blessed. They wouldn’t have to work as hard as she had to climb upward in life. They had a head start. She hoped that at least some of them would grow to realize that and make full use of it. “See her anywhere?”
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