Ruthy stares at Yesenia’s name in script, the reality of its loops and how softly she’s drawn the word on the page. What if someone sees Yesenia’s name there, etched inside her binder? What stupid thoughts would they have, if somebody walked by and peeped the word Yesenia written in that big loopy font of Ruthy’s? What if they all thought she was weird? If they all started to laugh?
