What Rivky didn’t tell her mother was that her classmates had built a wall of politeness around Rivky and she was trapped inside. It wasn’t that the girls bullied her not outright anyway. After all picking on the principal’s daughter would be foolhardy. But the distance was just as bad.
Rivky did not have partners for group projects she did not have study buddies. She watched her class dance around a bubble of mistrust that existed around her and could not be popped.
“Yes” Rivky answers Leah “she’s my mother.”
She waits for the usual questions: Does your mother ever get you in trouble? Do you ever get sent to the principal’s office? Do you get to come late to class? Do you get copies of exams ahead of time?
