I dance so that Ruth’s back is facing them, and I wonder if they’re going to tell us we can’t be here or that we can’t dance together. It’s the first time I’ve felt in danger of being told I don’t belong simply because I’m being myself. It’s a feeling I want to forget, but one I know I will always remember. But then the librarian, Mrs. Treviño, steps into the conversation, and the other teachers quickly disperse. I heave a sigh of relief.
Yay for the librarian! I love when librarians are heroes!
