The school teacher was in the car when Jill Tunnecliffe died. While in hospital, her class made her get-well-soon cards: plenty of smiling suns, rainbows and the inevitable unicorn.
She's got as well as she will get, but still keeps the cards arranged on her dresser at home.
Back at school, the kids ask to touch her walking stick, offer to carry her handbag. They do not address the accident itself, warned by their parents or naturally wary.
She feels there’s something she should say. Some lesson to impart before the holidays.
She’s not ready for summer. It arrives regardless.
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