Laurel, David? Would you like to share the joke with the rest of the class? he asked, one hand on his skinny hip.No, sir, David said. But thank you for asking. The students around them laughed, but Mr. james didn’t look pleased. Laurel leaned back and grinned. David, one. Teacher who wishes he was as smart as David? Zero
Time was like that, though – racing forward when she wanted it to slow down, then crawling to a stop when she could least bear it.