The next day after school Mr Benedict called me up to his desk. 'Margarte' he said I'd like to discuss your getting-to-you paper. For instance,way do you hate religious holidays?
Was I sorry I wrote that! How positively stupid of me. If it was true that he was trying to find out if We were normal, I guess he though I wasn't
I half laughed. Oh, I just wrote that, I said. I really don't hate them at all.
You must have had a reason. You can tell me. It's confidential.
I raised my right eyebrow at Mr Benedict. I can do that really good. Rais one without the other. I do it whenever I can't think of anything to say. People notice it right away. Some people actually ask me how I do it. They forget what we were talking about and concentrate on my right eyebrow. I don't know exactly how I do it. What I do is think about it and the eyebrow goes up. I can't do it with my left. Only my right.
Mr Benedict noticed. But he didn't ask me anything about how I do it. He just said, I'm sure you have a perfectly good reason for hating religious holidays.