23LITTLE BY LITTLE, s**t everywhere hit the fan.
“Ohhah!” Sara entered, kicked the door shut behind her, dropped her book bag with sets of papers to be corrected.
“What’s the matter, Sar?” Bobby had rarely seen her agitated.
“I can hardly believe it!” she blurted.
“What?”
“Two of my students ...” Her arms shot out, palms up, beseeching. “Second graders! With m*******a joints! In my classroom!”
“You’re kid—”
Bobby began to make light of what Sara had just said. She cut him off. “If you ever design a town’s school layout, separate the levels. That’s the problem. With the middle school next door, all their problems become ours. Joints in second grade!”
“Were they going to, you know, I mean, second graders ... They wouldn’t know how to smoke them, would they?”
“That’s not the point. O
