She’s almost 90, her mind fickle as the wind, but oh, she wants to learn
It’s the third lesson of Microsoft Excel in a series of ten. It’s on their schedules, it’s on the board.
You know we are, for Heaven’s sake.
I say nothing, flick the sheets, clear my throat.
Exaggerated sigh from the same direction.
I ignore it. In class you sometimes have to become deaf. And dumb. Blind too.
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