My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom
Clara wrote the phrase twice because the frozen picture made her lose her place the first time.
“Certification?”
“Depends which certification you’re talking about.”
Clara stopped writing.
Ben waited.
“That’s important,” he said.
“If you don’t know which one, don’t guess.”
Clara looked at the blue folder beside her.