I had a great dream last night. I was back in high school, my third year. I just got out of the shower. I was getting ready in the morning when my little sister walked in. “I don’t want to go to school today,” he cried gently. He was 13 years old, second grade.
“Why? Are you sick? Tell Mom before she leaves for work,” I said.
“No, I’m not sick. Today I have a great newspaper and I haven’t finished it,” he admitted. “Can you take me to Pam at 3:00? We’re doing it together. "