The Agony of Alice
“and forgot the “May I?”
I put my foot down slowly and turned around. Mrs. Plotkin was standing against her desk with her hands on a little plexiglass paperweight, the kind that snows when you shake it. I knew she wasn’t going to say any more until I came over. Edging closer, I stopped two rows away.
Her face seemed a little different. Pinker. I didn’t know whether she was angry or embarrassed, but she definitely looked uncomfortable. That made two of us.
“All of our regular safety patrols were chosen last spring,” she told me, “but Miss Cole has asked each sixthgrade teacher to select one student as a substitute. I wonder if you’d be interested?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My ears burned.
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“Good. Substitutes attend all the meetings of the safety patrol, and the first one is tomorrow at noon.
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