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She really did feel terrible. Not just because of hurting the locksmith’s feelings but because if she could so completely forget something like that, something she was quite looking forward to, then who knows what else she’d forgotten in her life?
Baths, she thought, were just like her relationships, all “ooh, ah” in the beginning and then suddenly, without warning, she had to get out, out, out!
No paradigm shift could eliminate a good strong dose of Catholic guilt.
Two weeks after the funeral, she went back to work. It felt like she’d been away visiting a different planet. She was teaching second grade at the time and when she walked back into her classroom, she was greeted by an eerie sight—twenty-four seven-year-olds sitting upright in their seats, hands flat on their desks, big eyes watching her every move. Even the naughty ones were quiet. Not a peep from Dean the Attention-Deficit Demon. Then one by one they began to walk up to her desk, to silently hand her gifts. Mars Bars. Bags of chips. Hand-drawn cards. “It made me very sad that you were sad,
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“What do you think we should do?” Delegate, Michael was always saying. You’ve got to learn to delegate. “I don’t know.” This was why delegating didn’t work.
“What if he’s the one?” Cat flicked the mangled paper clip across the room. “I can assure you, there is no such thing.”
“Do you want to play a game where I play the beginning of a song and you guess what it is for a prize?” “O.K.”
How could she not be with someone who shared such a major chunk of her life?
“I work on five-minute plans,”
