“My AP history students have a big test in the morning, and everyone knows your muffins will give them a boost of luck.”
“Aww, that’s sweet of you. How many are in your class?”
“Eight. Last fall, Robbie got a near-perfect SAT score, and he had one of your muffins for breakfast.”
I smiled. Like Liz sharing her news about her job this morning, Robbie had come running in here to tell me his score, waving the envelope with the results in his hand. “I heard about that.”
“Word got around school, as it usually does. So it’s become ritual for me to give them something special. Did you know that there’s only one teacher in the school who will still give tests on Tuesdays? Everyone else makes sure you’re open, just in case.”
“Just in case?” I repeated.
He leaned in slightly as if to tell me a secret. “Yeah, you know, just in case it’s real.”
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