School

My mother refers to what she does at Silverado as "school." Today she told me that they'd all been busy doing something at school, and another student came over and told her she'd done it all wrong, that she'd made a mess of things. Mom said that she confidently told that nosy parker, well then, go tell the teacher why don't you.

She senses disapproval from someone, but she also has a little gumption. Here she is showing me the cover of a book she picked up down the hall. She was commenting on the woman's terrible hair.