“Don’t call my parents!” she says. “Don’t! You don’t— you don’t know anything! Why do you care?”
“Yeah? What do you want?” she says gruffly. Not a way to talk to a teacher, never, but Debbie* has a different code of conduct.
“Relax, Debbie. I just wanted to thank you. I heard you were the driving force behind the engagement party the class prepared for me today.”
She stares at me. She looks confused, but I forge on.
“I’m thinking, Debbie. I can imagine you being a great manager of some kind of business. You’re so organized. I heard you were the one who started the chain call to wear a white shirt today for the party.” I pause for her affirmative nod, but there is none forthcoming.
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