Nineteen – Talking WithoutSaying
Recess can’t come fast enough. There aregroups of people in twos and threes everywhere. Flocks form miniflocks and regroup to form more flocks. By necessity the flocksengage in a fake cackle. Nothing is real. My belonging has beentaken away and my body floats disconnected around the ever changingperipheries.
I am alone.
The only flockless one.
I make my way to Miss Hastie’s office. Thecarousel has started again but this time it has difficulty gainingmomentum. I grab only what is necessary from home and last Thursdayand get ready to jump off.
Don’t forget the lie. Don’t forget tolie.
‘Come in Ross,’ MissHastie welcomes. She is juggling a coffee, class notes andassignments. I am comforted by the sight of recognizablebehavior.
I bet she has an expectant
