“Just leave me alone, Mrs. Adler,” I said. “I don’t want your help.” I swallowed a sob and walked out
When I spotted her, I knew I needed to do something. I realized at once what she was trying to hide. I couldn’t let this happen.
She is still young, innocent, and hopeful. School might be a cocoon for her, where she is safe and happy and accommodated; but the minute she goes out into the world she’ll be completely lost, and who knows what will happen to her? I cannot let that happen; I have to help her in every way I can.
Shulamis must read. I will make sure of that. She has to be successful.
The next day I came to school with a pit in my stomach. It turned out I had every reason to be nervous.
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