“It’s not that she’s not smart. She’s very bright – I’d say she’s the top of her class.”
The words came muffled through the wall, which was painted nursery school yellow. I knew only too well that the other side, the side where The Meeting was happening, was light blue. Light blue because it was supposed to make students calm. I swung my feet against the legs of the bench. The bottoms of my sneakers scuffed the floor and squeaked rhythmically. The lady at the desk shot me a look that told me to stop that awful noise right now, please. Our eyes met and I saw how much she hated her job. I kept kicking. The lady took a tube of lipstick from her top drawer and applied it generously. It looked like one of those colors with a name like Scarlet Seductress. She smacked her lips.
“She’s just restless. Incurably restless.”
“What it mean, restless?”
My mom’s voice was heavy with her accent. I imagined Mrs. Hult sq