“A cardboard sign with hand- lettered copy was taped to the frosted glass; it said Millbrook Hi-Life, and inside the musty room, wrestled a decade ago from a protesting language teacher, half a dozen battered desks crowded into an area suitable for half that number. Karen Robertson sat behind the biggest of those desks. On its battered composition top stood a plastic sign announcing Karen’s position, Editor-in-Chief, and on a rolling table beside the desk resided a battle-fatigued electric typew...riter, its once bright paint-job suffering severely from the chips and fades. Mario Cipolla and Annie Epstein sat in straight-backed chairs opposite Karen. All three were seniors at Millbrook High; another half year and they would have their diplomas and be off for a final carefree summer before they started college. They’d been friends and schoolmates for a long time, but fall would see them scattered, to Cal across the bay in Berkeley, to the local College of Mann in nearby Kentfield, to USC nearly half a thousand miles due south.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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