![]() ![]() ![]() I was all set to act like nothing had happened, if that was how he wanted it, but I wasn’t prepared to find an empty desk in our first-period class (Spanish II) or in any of our shared classes that followed (AP European history, honors chemistry, dance, advanced geometry, honors sophomore English). (Please.)īut there was nothing normal about this day, because there had been nothing normal about the night before. Had it been a normal day, I would have sent Henry a text- Hope it isn’t fatal-and Henry would have replied right away with something like, Pray for me. His parents would phone the excuse into the attendance office and head off to their Very Important Jobs in pet insurance and contracts law, while Henry would pass the day downloading music onto his MP3 player and teaching himself the guitar. Most of the time, Henry managed to convince his parents that his cough, headache, nausea, and/or fever were reason enough for him to stay out of school (“I’d feel really bad if I gave it to the other students”), but not serious enough for him to see the doctor. ![]() (To Henry’s credit, his argument about the thermometer’s “defective engineering” was so convincing that his mother wrote a letter to the manufacturer.) True, he’d had his slipups, like the time he gargled hot tap water before taking a thermometer from his mother, only to have his temperature come in at 109 degrees. When it came to faking an illness, Henry was a master. ![]() ONE DAY HENRY was there, and the next he wasn’t. ![]()
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