The Experiment
Nan was frantically waving her hand from her second-row desk, almost directly in front of Mrs. Mulroney. Like the rest of her, Nan’s arm was long and unmissable.
Nan was frantically waving her hand from her second-row desk, almost directly in front of Mrs. Mulroney. Like the rest of her, Nan’s arm was long and unmissable.
Late one evening, the winter after Mark got the Russian dictionary, Elli, wrapped in one of the family’s coarse wool army blankets, had been drifting in and out of sleep, her head resting in her father’s lap as he drove, her feet snuggled in the lap of her mother, in the right front seat. Although the fan of the Mercury station wagon was on high, blowing hot air out of the vents, the dried sweat from the day of skiing prevented Elli from warming up and chills kept rousing her from her dozing.