indiana 2:2
Only thought I should say hello, I said, nice to see you again, nice to meet you, Rose. I walked back to our table. Dale was balancing a salt shaker on edge, a trick I remembered as the apex of his educational progress. The kids were trying it with borrowed shakers, spilling salt all over the table and the floor. I sat down. That teacher's grind? asked Dale. Yeah, I guess, I said. I wondered if Mrs. Rooney thought Dale was my partner, these our borrowed children. Probably she didn't think a thing. I remember my seventh grade teacher like it was yesterday, said Jill, what an asshole. Last year, said Jack. You'll see him again someday, I said, and he'll still be an asshole. The truth was I'd thought Mrs. Rooney was the neatest thing. I wanted her to like me, which is why I'd drawn so many pictures of her, hairy legs and all. She never really seemed to care, but she never made me stop doodling.
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