replied Elaine Sykes, a young chemistry teacher who was sitting on Chandraâs other side, patting Chandraâs knee.
âI only got three hours of sleep last night,â Chandra said.
âInsomnia?â
âWouldnât that be a luxury! No, if it wasnât Sienna wanting to eat, it was India. Just one of those nights.â
Elaine stuck out her bottom lip. âWhat if Gus gave them a bottle of milk so you could sleep longer?â
Chandra fixed her with an appalled stare. âWould you feed kangaroo milk to a baby elephant?â
âWell,â said Elaine, looking confused. âNo.â
âItâs all worth it, though. Isnât breastfeeding the greatest thing in the world, Ruth?â
Ruth had barely been listening to the conversation, so busy was she worrying that Audrey would refuse more tutoring, but she snapped to attention at the sound of her name.
âOh. Yeah!â Ruth paused. âActually, I only breastfed for a few months.â
âOhh,â said Chandra, her voice falling. âBreastfeeding can be really hard for some people. You have to really keep at it.â
Elaine nodded in agreement.
âI know this mom who had so much trouble breastfeeding her first child that she just gave up, and of course she was devastated. And then her second came along a year later, and nothing could have been easier. So the older kid, whoâs no fool, says, âHey, I want some.â And Sue said it was just like a light bulb went off for her. She said, âWhat the hell,â latched her toddler back on, and breastfed both kids for another two years. I thought that was such an inspirational story.â
âDid you know that breastfed children have higher IQ s?â said Elaine. âIsnât that something?â
Ruth let out a clumsy, honking laugh. âWell, then, I suppose I have only myself to blame that Audreyâs doing so poorly in math!â
There was an awkward silence, and Chandra and Elaine looked uncomfortably at each other. Ruth turned to Chuck Marostica and sheepishly muttered, âA tutor is a really good idea, Chuck. Thanks.â Some minutes later, Ruth was thankful to hear Larissaâs approach. She stalked into the room, flicked the lights on and off, and promptly announced, âThe flasher is back.â
The response Larissa was hoping forâa collective gasp, the stirrings of shock and concernâwas diluted by the way the teachers were spread out across the room. Several guiltily muffled snickers issued from various corners. Larissaâs habitâa consequence of what Ruth thought of as the theatricality of the severeâwas to follow such major announcements with silence, in which she basked until someone asked for more information. She finally got the response she wanted from Michael Curtis, who raised her hand and asked in a stricken voice whether the police had been alerted.
âOf course,â said Larissa. âAs soon as I heard of the incident from a parent this morning.â
âWhen I think of my own wee onesâ¦â Michael said, staring despondently into the middle distance.
âThe police,â Larissa said, âare taking this very seriously.â
Few others, however, seemed to be. No one was genuinely afraid of the flasher, except Larissa, who carried pepper spray in her purse. (Ruth said to Audrey and Richard later, at dinner, âOf course sheâs petrified. Sheâs never laid eyes on a penis. Which, of course, she can only bring herself to refer to as a âmember.ââ âAs in, an upstanding member of the community?â Richard responded, making them groan.) The flasher was said to be in his mid-forties, grey haired and balding, pudgy. He wore a tan trench coat (with a poppy, apparently, around Remembrance Day), and he kept a respectful distance, so that in the end no one had ever gotten a good view of what he was so compelled to show off. Ruth
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