“You were pretty good, they say,” said Ash. The president smiled and looked at Sandy.
“I"m guessing you"re not in here. Ms. Horton, is it?”
“I was in high school in 2006, Mr. President.”
“This sure brings back some memories. Your book is in pretty good shape.”
“I was digging through a closet last night. Didn"t find what I was looking for, but I figured Fritz might like to see it, too. His is probably buried in his garage.” I nodded. We have a lot of pictures in yearbooks, Ash and I. The chronicles of our careers. Ashley"s annual poetry readings, the chess club he supervises, and my history baseball.
“I look a lot younger,” said George.
“You were never young, George,” Ashley said. “You were born a principal.”
The president said, “We were about to tour your school.” We suddenly heard
