Sunday morning, after finishing off some lovely bacon and eggs, the boys came into the room with their presents for me. Chocolates from Steve. Dark and tasty. Ian handed me his present, which he made in school. A planter encrusted in plastic beads and glitter in a self-decorated paper bag. From Jonah came a tissue-wrapped package, a book of poems written by Mrs. L’s first graders.

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