It was the perfect chance to talk with Mrs. Garcia. I sat with my brown bag and watched as she spoke with the cooks. She finally came to the cash register when a wave of students washed through. I got in line. “How’s Ashley today?” she said. “You want the truth or just the smile?” She looked at me over her glasses. “The truth.” I sighed. “The truth is, I’m on some new medicine for this seizure thing I have, and it’s hard to get used to. It kind of scares me.” “Seizures?” I explained and she listened closely. “I had no idea,” she said. “It’s a bummer, but the doctor says I can still grow out of it.” She asked about the medicine and whether it hurts my stomach. I also told her about the EEGs and that Bryce and I stay up late before my appointments. The bell rang and the stampede headed our way. I leaned close and whispered, “I found out about your daughter. I’m really sorry.” The blood drained from her face. “How?” “Newspapers. I didn’t mean to snoop.”
