The GT presentation was only supposed to last until 11:00, but it was almost 11:30 before Cutter made his way to Ms. Owen’s room for the fourth grade team meeting. He walked in to see she already had stacks of papers prepared on the table with each of their names on them. Sitting down in front of his stack, he glanced at the others. “Oh, you spell it R-U,” he muttered, noticing the writing on the stack across from him.
Ru sat down in the student’s chair, which she fit in much more comfortably than he did. “Yeah,” she replied, with a shrug.
“Is it short for anything?” He flipped through the papers in his stack, trying to seem nonchalant, but he really needed to know.
“No,” she replied, another shrug.
Cutter raised an eyebrow in her direction.
“It seems you’re not the only one with an u
