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236 SNOWBOUND Do you have nightmares, too? Ever had a flashback? Can you talk to your family? Girlfriend? I mean, really tell them how you feel about losing your leg, about the stuff you saw over there? Just wondering if all of us are having the same problems. But of course he didn’t, just sent the usual chitchat back. He’d figured the two e-mails from unknown senders would be some kind of spam. Sure, he’d want to help some poor Nigerian widow get out of the country so she could share her millions with him. Instead he got a surprise. Mr. Fallon, I don’t know if you remember me. I’m one of the students who got stranded there before Thanksgiving, during that big storm. Ms. Mac, you know, Ms. MacPherson, gave me your e-mail address. I just wanted to say thanks again. All of us had a really fun time there. I’m trying to talk my parents into coming up to stay maybe this summer. We’re doing really good. Erin and Troy and all the other seniors are so worried about what colleges they get into they’re like no fun to talk to. I guess I’ll be like that next year, too. Ms. Mac is good, too. You probably hear from her anyway. Did she tell you she’s started dating Mr. Scammell, one of our vice principals? He’s like the enforcer. You know? He suspends kids and expels them and stuff like that. Maybe he’s okay I mean I’ve never been in trouble so I don’t know. Anyhoo—thanks. Maybe I’ll see you this summer. Tabitha
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 237 Untangling a few of the sentences with no commas to help took him a minute, but finally he sat back. He tried to think, despite feeling as if he’d been slammed by a recoil. Back in November, along with a generous reimbursement check from the school district, he’d gotten a series of dutifully written thank-you notes from the students, each mailed separately. Fiona hadn’t gathered them up to send them together, but it was pretty obvious she’d expected each and every one of them to write him. Even Amy had thanked him prettily. Tabitha had been a nice girl, but he didn’t remember making any kind of personal connection with her. Still—maybe she was just being friendly. Wanting him to recognize her if she showed up with her parents. Or maybe not. Maybe she was trying to tell him something. Burying that something in enough chatter so as not to be obvious. The something could only be her news about Ms. Mac, her teacher. She was dating? It was only March! How long ago had she and this Scammell started? The week after she got back, having written John off? Anger, his familiar companion, stirred. Maybe she’d set Tabitha up to e-mail him, to taunt him. You blew it, buddy. After a minute, he replied, telling Tabitha that of course he remembered her, it was nice to hear from her, and he hoped he’d see her and her family. Then he moved on to the second e-mail from an unfamiliar address, and was a whole lot less surprised to see that it was from Dieter.
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236 SNOWBOUND<br />
Do you have nightmares, too? Ever had a flashback?<br />
Can you talk to your family? Girlfriend? I mean, really<br />
tell them how you feel about losing your leg, about the<br />
stuff you saw over there? Just wondering if all of us are<br />
having the same problems.<br />
But of course he didn’t, just sent the usual chitchat<br />
back.<br />
He’d figured the two e-mails from unknown senders<br />
would be some kind of spam. Sure, he’d want to help some<br />
poor Nigerian widow get out of the country so she could<br />
share her millions with him. Instead he got a surprise.<br />
Mr. Fallon,<br />
I don’t know if you remember me. I’m one of the<br />
students who got stranded there before Thanksgiving,<br />
during that big storm. Ms. Mac, you know, Ms.<br />
MacPherson, gave me your e-mail address. I just<br />
wanted to say thanks again. All of us had a really fun<br />
time there. I’m trying to talk my parents into <strong>com</strong>ing<br />
up to stay maybe this summer.<br />
We’re doing really good. Erin and Troy and all the<br />
other seniors are so worried about what colleges<br />
they get into they’re like no fun to talk to. I guess I’ll<br />
be like that next year, too.<br />
Ms. Mac is good, too. You probably hear from her<br />
anyway. Did she tell you she’s started dating Mr.<br />
Scammell, one of our vice principals? He’s like the<br />
enforcer. You know? He suspends kids and expels<br />
them and stuff like that. Maybe he’s okay I mean I’ve<br />
never been in trouble so I don’t know.<br />
Anyhoo—thanks. Maybe I’ll see you this summer.<br />
Tabitha
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