On vacation in Austin, I get this call from Mike that is urgent and anxious, saying, "Call me when you can, please call." Since his sweetie and my good friend Tammi just fell down the stairs and is now housebound except for physical therapy for six weeks, I'm thinking, "Shit, what happened to Tammi now?!" so I call him right away, and he says, "Did you hear?"
"Hear what?"
"About Barbara Sheehan? From 346?"
He was talking about this. The warm, helpful, motherly secretary at the middle school where I taught last year and the year before, and where Mike and Tammi still teach.
Not in any position to feel anything but sympathy for all kinds of people in this situation. Family. Children. Mrs. Sheehan.
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