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"Miss Adams," he says, interrupting my reverie. "Could you give us your thoughts on the French
nobility?"

"I think they were very noble," I say.

Mr. Castro frowns. "You approve of their excesses at the expense of the poor?"

I glance at Ray before answering, I do not think he wants the typical teenage girl, not deep inside, and I
have no intention of acting like one. He is watching me, the darling boy.

"I don't approve or disapprove," I say. "I accept it. People in power always take advantage of those
with-out power."

"That sounds like a generalization if I ever heard one," Mr. Castro replies. "What school did you go to
before moving to Mayfair?"

"What school I went to doesn't matter"

"It sounds as if you have a problem with authority," Mr. Castro says,

"Not always. It depends."

"On what?"

"Whether the authority is foolish or not," I say with a smile that leaves no doubt I am talking about him.
Mr. Castro, wisely, passes me over and goes on to another topic.

But the teacher asks me to stay behind when the bell rings. This bothers me; I wish to use this time to
speak to Ray. I watch as he leaves the room with Pat. He glances over his shoulder at me just before he
goes out of sight. Mr. Castro taps his desk, wanting my atten-tion.

"Isthere something wrong?" I ask him.

"I hope not," Mr. Castro says. "I am concerned, however, that we get off to a good start. That each of
us understands where the other is coming from."

I stare at him, not strongly enough to cause him to wilt, but enough to make him squirm. "I believe I
understand exactly where you're coming from," I say.

He is annoyed. "Oh, and where is that?"

I can smell alcohol on his breath, from the previous night, and alcohol from the night before that, and the
night before that. He is only thirty, but the circles under his eyes indicate his liver is close to seventy. His
tough stance is only an image; his hands shake as he waits for me to respond. His eyes are all over my
body. I decide to ignore his question.

"You think I have a bad attitude," I say. "Honestly, I am not what you think. If you knew me you would
appreciate my understanding of history and ..." I let my voice trail off. "Other things."

"What grade are you hoping to get in this class?"