ABSTRACT
It’s been over a month since the team has met, and we greet one another like old friends. We’re back in the time-out room at Washington, but it has been transformed since the last time I was here. The chaotic disarray of student and teacher desks has been replaced with matching tables and chairs, all lined up in neat rows. The room is spotless, and a colorful mural adorns one wall. Mrs. Stewart is resplendent in a calf-length, peach-colored, linen dress embellished with a hand-embroidered turquoise butterfly. Her hair is adorned with a beaded cap, and this is the first time I’ve seen her wearing make-up. Black fishnet hose peek out from above black ankle boots. Just as my friends and I say about ourselves when we get dressed up to go out, “she cleans up very nicely.” She looks really good.
