Yesterday in the middle of our
trash cleaning, some girl called asking for
The Cute One. "School won't be out till 7.
He should be there." He isn't. I tell my mom
and she charges up to the guidance councilor's
office convinced that some unfortunate accident
had befallen him. They go to his classroom.
The Cute One sits on a desk up front and is
now embarrassed silly by his mother's presence.
The girl who called hides herself in a corner
of the room, also embarrassed silly by the
outcome of her prank. Both refused to explain
things, so the other kids chimed in. "She wanted
to be his girlfriend but he said no. So she
took his notebook." Ah, the things I didn't,
wouldn't do. Ever.