Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The first class that day was in manual accounting. My workbook opened widely enough to fall over both ends of my desk, and there were shaded and unshaded columns inside. I had no idea what anyone was doing. I looked to Chana’la. She looked so intense and brilliant, but that didn’t help me. I heard the sound of pencils and erasers and textbook pages turn. Miss Ausch silently came up to my desk and bent over to whisper.  “Someone is outside for you.”
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