Friday morning, after breakfast, I cleared the dishes and grabbed my bag. If I hurried to school, I could play for twenty minutes or so before the assembly at 8:15. But my mother stopped me before I reached the door, and she asked to speak to me for a minute in the parlor. I followed her in and sat on the sofa. “Brenda, did anything unusual happen at school yesterday?” I thought about the question and then said, “No.” At that point I really didn’t understand what was about to happen. My mother said, “Well, let’s try a different question. Did you behave yourself at school yesterday?” At that point I might have realized that my mother knew about my trip down the fire escape. But, before thinking about my situation, I answered, “Of course I did.”

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