Foiled One: Sunday, February 25

Perkily, she greets him. “Hi, Haakon!” As is his way, he extends a quiet hello. Then, at loose ends for the few minutes until class starts, she notices someone else she can greet. “Are you Haakon’s mom?” she asks, extending her hand towards me. As I nod, she adds, “I’m Mrs. Rebecca King.” We shake […]

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