When I was very young, I was returned nightly to this wooden box, lined with straw and scraps of colorful flyers advertising our recent tour stops—now repurposed to warm my nights. As I grew, I was moved first in with the acrobats: a great cozy room of hammocks and bunk beds and foreign accents. By the age of ten, I shared quarters with The Strongest Man in the World
On Friday, Elizabeth saw Grant in the hallway, and he nodded at her, friendly. She nodded back, navigating towards him. They would be walking in the same direction for approximately three minutes if she wanted to be on time to class, six if she was willing to be late.
“How are you?” she asked.
“Good, you?”
Ms. Finch always looked so clean, especially standing next to us. We were a rough bunch of kids. We combed our hair and washed our faces but were hardly as polished as Ms. Finch. On that hot September day, she wore a gray skirt with tiny silver buttons shaped like rose buds. I so wanted to touch one.
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