“I got into an argument in class with Danny McClaren.” “You’re in class to learn from the teacher,” Big Ma said. “Not to be arguing with some know-nothing boy.” I heard myself while I retold the whole thing. It sounded silly. Big Ma never looked up once from her sewing. ... “My teacher might call.” Might as well let the other shoe drop. “Let him call. I’ll straighten him out.” Big Ma was funny, as in hard to figure out.”
Book:P.S. Be Eleven
