Shall We Dance
Shall We Dance By Paul G. Jutras It was raining when Ryan got to school soaked to the bone. As he leaned against the brick wall, he slipped off his white sneakers, turned them upside down and dumped water into the nearby potted plant. His bangs looked stringy like limp noodles. "What a day for picture day," he said as he saw his white dress shirt, pants and sleeveless sweeter reflected in the office window. "Come on," Dotty called as she put her raincoat in her locker and...