Watch Over Me
(Another somewhat long one, I’m afraid. Thanks go to Dawnj for helping out! Whatever mistakes there are, are entirely mine.) I. Parents’ Night When Anne Tyler had dismissed her last class of the day she sat down at her desk and stared out of the window, without taking in the view. Three o’clock — four hours before the parents’ night would start. She rather disliked parents’ nights. When she’d started teaching, almost twenty years ago, the general idea was that students with insufficient...