I MET ASHLEY in the parking lot. “You weren"t kidding, by any chance, were you?”
“Nope.”
“Hmm, this is certainly getting interesting.”
I started to tell him about Gettysburg. As we approached the door, out popped George, all a dither.
“Why didn"t you tell me? Lois is so excited. We don"t know what to wear. How are we getting there?”
“Slow down, George, slow down. That"s more questions than I get from my ninth graders.”
“OK, OK, but we just need to know. It"s so exciting.”
I took a deep breath. Sometimes it was hard to believe that George wasn"t one of my students. I told him to be at the parking lot by 2:45, dressed like we were going to a fancy restaurant. “And you need to bring a couple of the bottles of the wine you brought to my house.” I didn"t mention either the tests or the p
