The Bad-Boy Lark
In the next literature class, the moment Shorty broached the idea of a story several classmates pointed to me on a cue and yelled that I had been skipping my turn.
In the next literature class, the moment Shorty broached the idea of a story several classmates pointed to me on a cue and yelled that I had been skipping my turn.
My parents were educators in India; they were far from affluent. I never went without clothes, but I did not…
