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The next day after school, I had a good conversation with Sarah about her daughter. “Glad you know now. Sorry I couldn’t tell you.”
I shook my head. “No worries. But can I ask you something?”
She looked me straight on, and I took that as a yes.
“Tell me about Benjamin?” I asked her as we sat by the river on that sunny afternoon. “I mean, was he cute?”
Her eyes cut to me like she was annoyed. “He was alright,” she said as a huge grin broke across her face. “He was the most beautiful boy in the world, and he treated me good. Brought me flowers. Walked me home. Opened the car door for me.” A shadow crossed her face. “When we were able to ride in the front seat together. Most times I had to lie down in the back seat until we got to my neighborhood.”
I couldn’t even imagine having to h
