The school communication went out Friday morning.
Julia saw at seven forty-five an email from the board of governors, addressed to all parents, written in the careful neutral language of institutions trying to address something specific without naming it directly.
It spoke about the school's commitment to a respectful community. About the importance of conversations held at home not finding their way into children's interactions. About the impact of adult opinions on the social experience of young children.
It didn't name anyone.
It didn't need to.
Julia read it twice.
Then she made Nora's breakfast and said nothing about it.
Nora ate both pieces, no complaints about the darkness of it and talked about a dream she'd had involving Gerald the fox and a very large pond and a duck who
