atthatdistancehehadthesweetestsmileIhadeverseenandtothisdayIswear
hesmiledatmeseveraltimes.Ijustworshippedhim.Hecouldalsohitaton.)
“BronkoNagurski.He’safootballplayer.Agreatfootballplayer,andthe
paperlastnightsaidhemightcomebackandplayfortheBearsagain.Heretired
whenIwaslittlebutifhecamebackandIcouldgetsomeonetotakemetoa
game,Icouldseehimplayandmaybeifwhoevertookmealsoknewhim,I
couldmeethimafterandmaybeifhewashungry,Imightlethimhavea
sandwichImighthavebroughtwithme.Iwastryingtofigureoutwhatkindof
sandwichBronkoNagurskiwouldlike.”
Shejustsaggedatherdesk.“You’vegotawonderfulimagination,Billy.”
Idon’tknowwhatIsaid.Probably“thankyou”orsomething.
“Ican’tharnessit,though,”shewenton.“Whyisthat?”
“Ithinkit’sthatprobablyIneedglassesandIdon’treadbecausethewords
aresofuzzy.ThatwouldexplainwhyI’mallthetimesquinting.MaybeifIwent
toaneyedoctorwhocouldgivemeglassesI’dbethebestreaderinclassand
youwouldn’thavetokeepmeafterschoolsomuch.”
Shejustpointedbehindher.“Gettoworkcleaningtheblackboards,Billy.”
“Yes,ma’am.”Iwasthebestatcleaningblackboards.
“Dotheylookfuzzy?”MissRoginskisaidafterawhile.
“Oh,no,Ijustmadethatup.”Ineversquintedeither.Butshejustseemedso
whippedaboutit.Shealwaysdid.Thishadbeengoingonforthreegradesnow.
“I’mjustnotgettingthroughtoyousomehow.”
“It’snotyourfault,MissRoginski.”(Itwasn’t.Ijustworshippedhertoo.
ShewasalldumpyandfatbutIusedtowishshe’dbeenmymother.Icould
nevermakethatreallycomeoutright,unlessshehadbeenmarriedtomyfather
first,andthenthey’dgottendivorcedandmyfatherhadmarriedmymother,
whichwasokay,becauseMissRoginskihadtowork,somyfathergotcustody
ofme—thatallmadesense.Onlytheyneverseemedtoknoweachother,mydad
andMissRoginski.Wheneverthey’dmeet,eachyearduringtheChristmas
pageantwhenalltheparentscame,I’dwatchthetwoofthemlikecrazy,hoping
forsomekindofsecretglimmerorlookthatcouldonlymean,“Well,howare
you,how’syourlifebeengoingsinceourdivorce?”butnosoap.Shewasn’tmy
mother,shewasjustmyteacher,andIwasherownpersonalandgrowing
disasterarea.)