Except for the magic half hour on Fridays, recess was all that Jess looked forward to at school.
Leslie could always come up with something funny that made the long days bearable.
Often the joke was on Mrs. Myers. Leslie was one of those people who sat quietly at her desk,
never whispering or daydreaming or chewing gum, doing beautiful school work, and yet her brain was so full of mischief
that if the teacher could have once seen through that mask of perfection, she would have thrown her out in horror.
Jess could hardly keep a straight face in class just trying to imagine what might be going on behind that angelic look of Leslie's.
One whole morning, as Leslie had related it at recess, she had spent imagining Mrs. Myers on one of those fat farms down in Arizona.
In her fantasy, Mrs. Myers was one of the foodaholics who would hide bits of candy bars in odd places—
up the hot water faucet!—only to be found out and publicly humiliated before all the other fat ladies.
That afternoon Jess kept having visions of Mrs. Myers dressed only in a pink corset being weighed in.
“You've been cheating again, Gussie!” the tall skinny directoress was saying.
Mrs. Myers was on the verge of tears. “Jesse Aarons!” The teacher's sharp voice punctured his daydream.
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