My words itch at your ears till you understand them …
Mrs. Santiago and I started having regular meetings, sometimes for a few minutes at the end of the day, sometimes over lunch. As I shared more of Sophie’s materials with her, our exchanges became increasingly collaborative and creative. There were other changes, too. Good ones. We were now on a first name basis: Carmen and Emma. I’d never called her anything but Mrs. Santiago before.
One afternoon, after the children had left, Carmen showed me a sheet of paper she’d found crumpled up on the floor near Brandon’s desk. She smiled uneasily as she smoothed it out on the desk for me to see.
Scrawled at the top in blocky letters were the words