The chair instantly swallowed the shock. I shook off whosever’s hand was touching my back. Don’t touch my back, I said haughtily. I wept. I put my hands over my face. I smelled my hands. They smelled like me. My hair fell about me. I was hungry. I blamed Margaret Huckle for not knowing about chest powers. I sent in my fault. Then, going further away, I got closer to home. I cringed. Mom, remember when you lost account of me? The bell jangled above our heads. They’ll be waiting for their tea, I thought. The fuckers. Mrs. Wiggins was a fucker, as was Margaret Huckle. You’ve had your cry now, I thought. Now get the post up. I lifted my head. I could see faces. A sea of faces.