Twenty-two: Belly of the Bull
As was typical during American History class, Keltie fell asleep at her desk. “Miss Burke!” Mr. Johnson roared, making her almost fall from the chair. He smiled once he had her attention. His big, square head tilted, and for a moment Keltie was blinded by a ray of May sunshine that flared the lenses of his glasses. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” “My apologies,” Keltie said. Mr. Johnson blinked. “Where at?” And though the joke wasn’t funny in the least, everyone laughed. “Do you really feel it’s wise,” he then continued, “to sleep in class a mere two weeks before final exams? In the front row? With your desk directly in front of mine?” “No.” “Good girl. Now please name for me the five Great Lakes.” “Erie. Ontario. Superior. Huron. Michigan.” Johnson’s smile fa
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