Today was the last day of school because it's winter break and I brought Mr. Welsh a present of these kind of cheesy cookies that my mom and I made so he wouldn't have to have the sweet kind.Melonhead gave him a mug, which I know from my dad is one thing that teachers get way too many of. But I didn't say it. That is because I am getting mature, according to Pop.
When I was leaving the classroom Mr. Welsh asked me, “Was December any better than November, Lucy Rose?”
And I told him, “Yes, but I still miss Ann Arbor and my dad and my Michigan grandma and my old house. And my old school. And my friends. And my dog.”
He said, “Of course.”
Which I appreciated.
And then he said, “Okay, Lucy Rose. For now, I guess I'll hang on to my hat.”
Which, I have to say, I still have not laid my eyes on.