Nice Mrs. Garcia
We followed Mr. Tushman down a few hallways. There weren’t a lot of people around.
And the few people who were there didn’t seem to notice me at all, though that may have been because they didn’t see me.
I sort of hid behind Mom as I walked. I know that sounds kind of babyish of me, but I wasn’t feeling very brave right then.
We ended up in a small room with the words OFFICE OF THE MIDDLE SCHOOL DIRECTOR on the door.
Inside, there was a desk with a nice-seeming lady sitting behind it.
“This is Mrs. Garcia,” said Mr. Tushman, and the lady smiled at Mom and took off her glasses and got up out of her chair.
My mother shook her hand and said: “Isabel Pullman, nice to meet you.”
“And this is August,” Mr. Tushman said. Mom kind of stepped to the side a bit, so I would move forward.
Then that thing happened that I’ve seen happen a million times before.
When I looked up at her, Mrs. Garcia’s eyes dropped for a second.
It was so fast no one else would have noticed, since the rest of her face stayed exactly the same.
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