“I teach fourth grade.”
“Oh?” she replied. “Which school?”
When I mentioned the public school where I worked, her smile tightened. Then she said something I still remember clearly.
“I suppose there’s a certain… fulfillment in educating those children.”
I wanted to ask what she meant—to force her to say out loud what she clearly believed—but I swallowed my words.
His father leaned back, swirling his wine. “I’ve been trying to place your last name. Are you related to the Hendersons, by any chance?”
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