And as you’re aware, winners and their basket boys have the rest of the school day off and are exempt from tonight’s homework in all classes.”
She smiled out at the blockade. “Teachers, we appreciate your support on this. All right, then!”
She put on her reading glasses and looked at a three-by-five card. “Our first basket has been brought by Jeffrey Bisho.”
She looked over her glasses at him and said, “Come on up, Jeffrey. Don’t be shy!” He inched forward as she continued.
“Jeffrey has brought a scrumptious lunch consisting of chicken salad sandwiches, oriental noodles, baby grapes, iced tea, and fortune cookies.”
She smiled at him over her glasses. “Sounds delicious, and sounds like fun! Which,” she said, looking back at the crowd, “Jeffrey is!
He enjoys skateboarding, skiing, and swimming, but ladies, he also enjoys a day in the park and watching Humphrey Bogart movies.”
She turned to him and grinned. “They are a kick, aren’t they?” Poor Jeff tried to smile, but you could tell—he wanted to die.
“All right, then,” said Mrs. McClure as she whipped off her glasses. “Do I hear ten?”
Not only did she hear ten, she heard twelve, fifteen, twenty, and twenty-five, too!
“Going… going… gone!” cried Mrs. McClure. “To the young lady in the purple tunic!”
“Who is that?” I asked Darla. “I think her name’s Tiffany,” she said. “She’s a seventh grader.”
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