and made the usual pencil mark on his notes. “Over the weekend, read through to the end of Chapter Six. Karl Shoemaker, don’t forget you need to see me for a couple minutes.” Everybody grabbed up their books and piled through the door, taking off to tell all their friends about it, with no crowd in their way because Gratz had let them all go five minutes early. They sprayed out like gas molecules into space, and were gone. I walked up to Gratz’s desk like a lifelong atheist approaching St. Peter. “Sir?” “Karl, you’re a good kid. I know that. So are the ones that went down to the office. And I’m not happy with how I lost my temper.” He was looking down at the desk; his hands were trembling. Poor bastard was really losing it. “Do you still want that letter?” “Uh, yes, sir, I do.” “Okay. You have to give it directly to the counselor, so you’ll need to go to the counseling room a little early, then hurry back here, be on time for class, and that’s the deal from then on.”
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