A sustained barrage of protests came from a pack of first graders who had crammed to one end of their lunch table to bend my ear. I knew that their teacher, Ms. Coolidge, had put a cork in their discourse since August. Now, they had had it. Today was reckoning day and they would have audience […]
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Edgar told me I talk too much. Forget whether the six year old, brown eyes locked on to my own, had overstepped when he said so. He just repeated what I already knew. Truth should be a good thing, not dependent upon propriety. Still, the truth of this comment slipping out of his big lips […]
