Coop: Ok. Arch, don’t let F see your phone.
Archie: Ooookay.
Coop: Fajardo had us doing practice essays for AP today.
Frankie didn’t even start on hers at first. Just sat there
staring. She looked upset. Finally got started, moved slow.
Jake: WTF she can
write essays in her sleep.
Archie: Let him finish.
Coop: After class she wouldn’t talk about it.
Archie: This was right before lunch?
Coop: Yeah. Someone wrote on the
essay assignment, something like
“Fitting for you, don’t you think?”on
Scarlett Letter excerpt.
Archie: What. The. Fuck.
Jake: Who is Fajardo’s TA?
Coop: Idk. There isn’t one in our class.
Archie: Why didn’t you tell us at lunch?
Jake: Because she didn’t want to
make a fuss.
Coop: Frankie is trying to pretend it didn’t
bother her.
Archie: Then her car.
Jake: It’s one of the girls.
Coop: Yeah. Probably.
Archie: Sharon? Maria? Patty? Laura?
Who?
Coop: I don’t think it’s Laura.
Jake: If you say she’s too nice, I may hit you.
Coop: No, just—it wasn’t a bad