![]() ![]() ![]() And it wasn’t just because tomorrow was the first day of school. As memories of One Room flew through her head, her stomach turned over. She couldn’t see One Room, the school where she, Victoria, and Natalya had gone since they were five, but she could picture it in her mind’s eye-the bright blue lobby, the walls of the main stairs covered in paintings and poems written by the littlest students. Still bleary-eyed from her overnight flight, she was surprised to be surrounded by plane trees wilting in the late morning sun instead of palm trees swaying in an arid breeze to see the brick buildings of Greenwich Village instead of pink stucco Spanish-style villas.Ĭrossing Sixth Avenue, Jane looked down the block to her right. In Los Angeles, where she’d spent the past month with her dad, it was too dry to sweat. It had taken her longer than she’d expected to wrap the boxes, and racing along the few blocks between her house and Ga Ga Noodle, where she was meeting Natalya and Victoria, had made her sweaty. THE LABOR DAYsun was scorching, and as Jane waited for the light to change, she could practically hear her dark hair frizzing. ![]()
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