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when you have no big toes, it ruins your sense of balance and causes you to walk in circles. It doesn’t help when you are already old and generally a little nuts and you have to walk with a three-pronged cane. The added insult of walking in circles all the time makes you hate the teenage girls you teach—because you already think they are lazy and dumb and sex-obsessed and illiterate—so you are furious from the moment you wake up in the morning that big toes are wasted on them. I guess, to be fair, I’d be a little edgy too if it took me five hours to cross the soccer field because I just kept looping and looping and looping. But still, I wouldn’t take it out on innocent youth.
    This is who we spent the first period of every day with.Her class, English, was also the only class that Ally and I had together this year. I took mostly AP and special classes, but this English class was the only one that fit my schedule.
    I opened the door as carefully as I could, but I don’t know why I bothered. It wasn’t like Sister Charles wasn’t going to notice that I was late. She wheeled on me.
    “Did you not hear the bell?” she asked. “At this school, when girls hear the bell, they proceed to class.”
    “Yes, Sister,” I said, heading right for my desk. “I was with Allison. She’s sick.”
    “You are a doctor?” she asked curiously.
    A ripple of movement, submerged laughter, went around the room. It made my skin go cold, even in the painful heat. Sister noticed this and looked around.
    “She’s very sick,” I said, keeping my eyes only on Sister.
    “She is. We all saw her. She was throwing up in the assembly.” This was from Donna, who was also in the class. Somehow, being student counsel president gave her the ability to verify things. She did it all the time. Homework assignments, weather conditions, days of the week, pages we left off on. Donna was happy to tell us all.
    Sister was about to reply when the door creaked open once more and Allison pressed her way through about six inches of opening. She was totally and truly white—almost blue.
    “I understand you have been ill,” Sister said. “Is that so?”
    Allison froze, still in the crack of the doorway. All eyesturned to her. She put her hand on the door, high enough that it was clear to see that she was not wearing her ring. At the very least, she was going to show the room that she had managed to get herself a little.
    Nothing
actually
happened. No one
actually
said anything. The earth does not have to split open and a thousand-foot gulch does not have to appear for you to know that someone has been cast out. Especially if that someone has never really been in. I’m sure if some behavioral scientists filmed the room and watched the footage they’d be able to point out some things. The way some people looked mildly repulsed, as if they could still smell vomit. The way Donna had a completely inappropriate smile. The way some people didn’t even bother to turn at all, and just looked at the diagram of an introductory paragraph on the board and pressed their lips together, trying not to laugh. The way Allison walked to her desk as if she didn’t belong on the planet, as if she wanted to apologize for her existence. The spell on the room was total. Even Sister Charles seemed fascinated by it. She went right back to the lesson with no further comment, which was very telling. The pressure in the room actually
hurt
.
    Which is why I did what I did next.
    We had many stupid rules at St. Teresa’s, but one that I really couldn’t stand was that—no matter how hot it was—the most we could ever do to cool ourselves was take off our blazers. We couldn’t roll up our long sleeves, push down our woolen kneesocks, open our shirts another button oruntuck them. So I did
all
of these things, slowly, deliberately, and as broadly as I could get away with. I unbuttoned my cuffs, rolled the sleeves to the elbow, reached down and pushed down the socks, loosened