My case manager drives me to a nearby town that rests right on the ocean. She stops the Civic about a block away from the water. She asks me, "Do you want to talk about your teacher?"
I have a lot of teachers, but I know she's referring to the English instructor. "No," I reply flatly, smoothly like I'm better than revealing anything--like this is better than it really is. To myself, I contemplate her disapproval shown through her mouth and on top of her forehead as I explain that he's married--and I was honest with him anyway.
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