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you wore flats just in case I needed to be taller tonight, which I don’t.
    “Thirty-one dollars,” she said and smiled shyly, wonderfully. The dress looked like a million on her. I thought so anyway.
    I checked her eyes to see if she was all right. It had been more than six months since her husband’s death, but that isn’t really a lot of time. She seemed fine to me. I suspected she’d tell me if that changed.
    We picked out a nice bottle of merlot. Then we shared Ipswich clams, which were full belly and a little messy, but a good start to dinner at Kinkead’s. For a main dish, I had a velvety salmon stew.
    Christine made an even better choice. Lobster with buttery cabbage, bean puree, and truffle oil.
    All the while we ate, the two of us never shut up. Not for a minute. I hadn’t felt so free and easy around someone in a long, long time.
    “Damon and Jannie say you’re the best principal ever. They paid me a dollar each to say that. What’s your secret?” I asked Christine at one point. I found that I was fighting off an urge simply to babble when I was around her.
    Christine was thoughtful for a moment before she answered. “Well, I guess the easiest and maybe the truest answer is that it just makes me feel good to teach. The other answer I like goes something like this. If you’re right-handed, it’s really hard to write with your left hand. Well, most kids are
all left-handed
at first. I try to always remember that. That’s my secret.”
    “Tell me about today at school,” I said, staring into her brown eyes, unable not to.
    She was surprised by my question. “You really want to hear about my day at school? Why?”
    “I absolutely do. I don’t even know why.”
Except that I love the sound of your voice. Love the way your mind works.
    “Actually, today was a great day,” she said, and her eyes lit up again. “You sure you want to hear this, Alex? I don’t want to bore you with work stuff.”
    I nodded. “I’m sure. I don’t ask a whole lot of questions I don’t want to hear the answers to.”
    “Well then, I’ll tell you about my day. Today, all the kids had to pretend they were in their seventies and eighties. The kids had to move a little more slowly than they’re used to. They had to deal with infirmities, and being alone, and usually not being the center of attention. We call it ‘
getting under other people’s skin,
’ and we do it a lot at the Truth School. It’s a great program and I had a great day, Alex. Thanks for asking. That’s nice.”
    Christine asked me about my day again, and I told her at little as possible. I didn’t want to disturb her, and I didn’t need to relive the day myself. We talked about jazz, and classical music, and Amy Tan’s latest novel. She seemed to know about everything, and was surprised I had read
The Hundred Secret Senses
, and even more surprised that I liked it.
    She talked about what it was like for her growing up in Southeast, and she told me a big secret of hers: She told me about “Dumbo-Gumbo.”
    “All through grade-school days,” Christine said, “I was Dumbo-Gumbo. That’s what some of the other kids called me. I have big ears, you see. Like Dumbo the flying elephant.”
    She pulled back her hair. “Look.”
    “Very pretty,” I said to her.
    She laughed. “Don’t blow your credibility. I
do
have big ears. And I do have this
big
smile, lots of teeth and
gums.
”
    “So some smart-ass kid came up with Dumbo-Gumbo?”
    “My brother, Dwight, did it to me. He also came up with ‘Gumbo Din.’ He still hasn’t said he’s sorry.”
    “Well, I’m sorry for him. Your smile is dazzling, and your ears are just right.”
    She laughed again. I loved to hear her laugh. I loved everything about her actually. I couldn’t have been happier with our first night out.

Chapter 17

    T HE TIME flew by like nothing at all. We talked about charter schools, a national curriculum, a Gordon Parks exhibit at the Corcoran, lots of silly stuff,