As we started off on today’s field trip, to La Merced, mi maestra told me she needed to make a quick stop on the way. Her definition of “on the way” must differ slightly from mine; we went ten blocks in the opposite direction. It’s conceivable that, because she knows I like to walk, she thinks she’s doing me a favor by taking me on errands. I’d be convinced of that, if only she initiated […]
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