“It’s the first day of spring,” said Mrs. Jones, her voice as sharp and hard as a needle.
I was at work that morning in our kitchen, making sandwiches and cleaning out the fridge when I heard Mrs Jones call me into the hallway. I’d been working there since before Christmas, so she knew me well enough to not have called me into the hall without reason. “Come in here!” Mrs Jones commanded, but her tone of voice made me feel like she didn’t want me to hear what she had to say. “I’m going upstairs now.” Her tone softened as she went up the stairs to our bedroom. I could hear the sound of water running from inside the bathroom.
“Look,” she pointed.
The bathtub was full, and words were forming in the water on their own. They eventually spelled out a list of fifteen facts, and the list started with …