"Oops! Looks like teacher's absent," they like to say. "Let's go home!"
To which my lame response is always to remind them, in case I hadn't mentioned it before, that this is a dictatorship, not a democracy, the duty of that former thing's officialdom being to lay down the rules, and of the latter to follow them. They nod wisely, knowing when they've got me.
An hour and a half later, between classes, I read the message.
Bern: What is hezbollah?
Me: U kill me. Terrorist org in Lebanon controlled by Iran. Wants to exterminate Jews and others.
Bern: Thank u! U just proved me right. No one believed me!
Me: Who's no one?
Bern: P. and all the other guys. the girls believed me.
Me: Are u hanging out with ill-informed guys?
Bern: Yep. One thought it was the capital of beirut.
Me: Omigod. Beirut's not even a country. Find new friends.
Me: Wait. You said P. was among them? [P's her boyfriend]
Me: Omigod. Find...I need time to think.
Me: Is P in the car with you?
Bern: Yep. Why?
Me: When you come home for Thanksgiving, we need to talk.
* * *Speaking of Thanksgiving, a happy one to any who visit here. Not likely I'll be back till afterwards, what with both girls coming in and much baking to be done. From Ebe via text message:
I'm missing home...took a nap this afternoon & was thinking about u so i'm having trouble going to sleep. Don't stay up too late...
Me: Oh, I've got something for you. 2 novellas by a friend from the writing days. Really great stuff. I'll make copies so you can take them back with u. Now say a prayer and go to sleep...
Ebe: O cool, I look forward to reading and discussing them. I like the word 'novella'. Hail Mary full of...zzzzzz