Caroline Brooks – The $10 and the Wooden Box
Then he laughed.
‘The girl who corrected my arithmetic on the board?
How could I forget?’
We met at a café the next week.
His hands trembled a little when he lifted his mug.
He asked first about the twins, then about the organization, then whether I had finished my education.
‘I did,’ I told him.
‘Not in the straight line you planned.