his brains still swirling with the sounds of cussing and sobbing.
Back in the fifth-grade classroom, he kept his eye glued on the door for Leslie.
He half expected to see her come through flattened straight out like the coyote on Road Runner.
But she came in smiling without so much as a black eye.
She waltzed over to Mrs. Myers and whispered her excuse for being late,
and Mrs. Myers beamed at her with what was becoming known as the “Leslie Burke special.”
How was he supposed to find out what had happened?
If he tried to pass a note, the other kids would read it.
Leslie sat way up in the front corner nowhere near the waste basket or pencil sharpener,
so there was no way he could pretend to be heading somewhere else and sneak a word with her.
And she wasn’t moving in his direction. That was for sure.
She was sitting straight up in her seat, looking as pleased with herself as a motorcycle rider who’s just made it over fourteen trucks.
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