How I’m going to stop the guys, I don’t know. I just know that if I don’t find out more, I definitely can’t do anything.
down the moments until dismissal and my mind is churning with thoughts and plans for the evening, Mr. Berg decides it’s the perfect time to call me over to discuss the work I’ve missed.
“So Yair, it’s good to have you back in class. We missed you,” he says jovially, and I’m not sure how to respond — Yes, I sure missed it, too? Ha.
I opt for a closemouthed small smile, and Mr. Berg pulls out a stack of papers, handing them to me with a flourish.
“I wanted to make things easier for you catching up with what you missed. I know you have a lot on your plate,” he says, and there’s a flash of sympathy in his eyes that lets me know he means a lot more than schoolwork. Oh, boy, another one on my case.
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