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the doors. Richard was now concealing a burning joint in his cupped hand.
    â€œNot really,” she said.
    â€œHer answer is, ‘It gives him so much pleasure and it’s such a small sacrifice on my part.’” He dropped the joint and crushed it beneath his shoe.
    â€œThat’s supposed to impress me? That’s just lame.”
    â€œNo it’s not. It’s a unique way of looking at it. If Shakespeare were alive today, he’d probably wish he’d thought of it.”
    â€œOkay, then you and Shakespeare can think about it. Richard, all I can do is be your friend. If you can’t accept that, then I’m sorry.” Maybe she didn’t like him better this way—it gave him too much leeway to be a smart-ass if he didn’t have anything to lose.
    â€œMaybe I can do that; let me think it over. Flexibility has always been one of my strong points.” Then he added, “See you round the flagpole, huh?”
    â€œStop being obnoxious.”
    Second-hour English class was both a breeze and a relief. Mr. Shamsky got so wrapped up in Hamlet that he quoted long passages theatrically, instead of asking any of his hard questions that put people on the spot. Just before the end of the period, though, Anne-Marie got a slip from one of the runners. She read it over twice while Mr. Shamsky explained how Hamlet was modernized in the movies by Mel Gibson and Kenneth Branagh. The note was from Vice Principal Rosario and said, “See me sometime soon about make-up work.”
    When the bell rang, Anne-Marie decided to skip the resource room and go to regular study hall, because she liked the atmosphere better.
    She found an empty computer and tried to work. She wrote: “There’s a controversy about Canada geese in the northwest suburbs.” She stared at the sentence. She changed it: “There’s a controversy about Canada geese in northwest suburbs like Hoffman Estates and Crystal Lake.” That was better. It was more specific. Even so, she found herself stumped.
    Then Brooke showed up; without a word, she pulled one of the computer chairs over. She read the sentence on the screen. “How’s the term paper going?”
    â€œYou’re looking at it. One sentence.”
    â€œThis is all you’ve got?”
    â€œIt’s all I’ve got, okay? Isn’t that what I said?”
    â€œSorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
    â€œIt’s just … it’s just … I can’t seem to get anything going.”
    â€œThat’s called writers’ block. Want me to help you?” asked Brooke. “I will if you want.”
    â€œNo. I have to do this myself.”
    Brooke said, “I’ve been reading about the Canada geese thing in the Sun-Times . The most disgusting part is the way they go about getting to the nests so they can shake the eggs.”
    â€œWhat’s that? What do you mean?”
    â€œI mean the mother geese are nasty about keeping their nests safe. They are even known to attack. That’s why park workers and forest officers use metal garbage can lids as shields to keep them away while they invade the nests and shake the eggs.”
    â€œBut that’s disgusting,” said Anne-Marie.
    â€œTotally.”
    â€œI’m glad you told me though,” said Anne-Marie, “because I can use it in my paper.”
    â€œWell, that’s good then,” said Brooke with a laugh. “I guess I helped you after all.”
    â€œI guess. But think about this: You know more about my own subject than I do, and I’m supposed to be the one doing research. How am I supposed to feel about that?”
    â€œDon’t put yourself down. You’ll do fine. It will all work out.”
    â€œIt will all work out for you . Here’s how it’s all working out for me .” She showed Brooke the note from Rosario.
    Brooke merely shrugged. “So? It doesn’t mean you have to go