“Ready,” he asked. I lay down on my bed and started to cry. XXX thing?”
“No.”
“Good, we’re having meatloaf for supper.”
“My favorite” I lied. I had lunch after German; I grabbed a cheeseburger and fries and sat down with Craig Dillon and David Nash, who I knew from middle school, and Ron Curtis, who went to my old church. I tried to, but I couldn’t give her enough details to match anyone specifically. Then he warned the congregation to “expel the wicked person from among you,” and not to associate with us. Jeff, do you feel like you need to put on clothes again.”
I thought for a moment, “No ma’am.”
“Ok, then I’m going to write you a note to get back to class.”
Mrs. “Yeah, I’ve never been naked in front of a
