I had struggled over simple reading and writing and learned to count change of a dollar.
I went inside, slipped up to the door, and, keeping out of sight, I looked through the window.
Alice was at her desk, and in a chair beside her was a thin-faced woman I didn't recognize.
She was frowning that open frown of unconcealed puzzlement, and I wondered what Alice was trying to explain.
Near the blackboard was Mike Dorni in his wheelchair,
and there in his usual first-row first-seat was Lester Braun, who, Alice said, was the smartest in the group.
Lester had learned easily what I had struggled over, but he came when he felt like it, or he stayed away to earn money waxing floors.
I guess if he had cared at all—if it had been important to him as it was to me—they would have used him for this experiment.
There were new faces, too, people I didn't know.
Finally, I got up the nerve to go in. "It's Charlie!" said Mike, whirling his wheelchair around.
I waved to him. Bernice, the pretty blonde with empty eyes, looked up and smiled dully.
"Where ya been, Charlie? That's a nice suit." The others who remembered me waved to me and I waved back.
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