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information they knew about her, plus, “This is her first teaching job.”
    It was that last that made her such a big question mark for everyone. Nobody wanted to take part in someone’s bad play, a play that people might make jokes about afterwards, or think you were a jerk to be in. Most of the people in theroom were in wait-and-see mode, ready to check out of the activity if it looked to be un-cool.
    It was a good sign that the teacher arrived at the center of a small group of seniors, probably from the acting class, one of them carrying a big cardboard box. The box was taken up to the platform while the knapsacks were dropped on top of the pile, and then the four students came to sit at the front of the room, while the teacher stepped up onto the stage and they could all get a good look at her.
    For once rumor was accurate. She was young and pretty, with soft, wavy brown hair and big eyes. A diamond flashed on her left hand, so that, too, was accurate. But what rumor had not mentioned was that she shone with happiness. In loose-fitting slacks and one of those styled t-shirts that adults wore, she was certainly easy to look at, but it was the smile on her face that captured you. It lit up the whole room. You wanted to smile right back. You thought that at any minute you were going to start having a really good time, and even if you didn’t, you were going to be happier than before. Because this teacher was really glad to see them, and really glad to be there in class with them.
    Her cheeks were a little pink, so they knew she was nervous, and she jammed her hands down into her pant pockets the way a nervous person does. But her voice was strong and confident, and happy, too.
    â€œHello. Good afternoon. Let’s see—my name is Jeanette Hendriks and I prefer to be called Ms. Hendriks, if youwould, please.” She grinned then, as if suspecting that the title was too dignified but still, she hoped they would try using it. “And this as you know is Drama. Drama Club. Out of which we will put on the three productions of the year—one of which I promise you will be a musical. Okay, that’s the really important and interesting thing to cover today, our plans for the year, but if I remember high school correctly, you’ll want to hear a little about me before we settle down to work. Yes?” and she smiled approvingly at them.
    They smiled approvingly back.
    Ms. Hendriks was just finishing up telling them about the course requirements, and thesis requirements, for a drama major when Hadrian Klenk scuttled into the room, keeping low as he took a place beside Margalo. Margalo glanced at him, not paying much attention, thinking about the chances of getting any kind of a role in a play, and about the chances of anybody else wanting to be assistant director.
    Then she looked again. Hadrian was tucking his shirt into his khakis, awkwardly. It isn’t easy to tuck in your shirt when you’re sitting on the floor, and it’s even harder if you are trying at the same time to unobtrusively wipe tears from your cheeks. “What happened?” Margalo whispered.
    Hadrian shook his head. “Nothing.” Then he shrugged. “Nothing new.”
    â€œYou okay?” Margalo whispered.
    He nodded.
    Ms. Hendriks was looking in their direction as she told herstory about moving to town because it was where her fiancé lived—and here she took her left hand out of her pocket to show them the ring. Margalo met the teacher’s gaze with a bright, attentive face. Probably Hadrian did the same, since her attention moved on, away, as she reported to those who hadn’t heard the news, “Mr. Maxwell has taken a job in California.”
    This was explained by Richard Carstairs, the senior who had played every male lead for the last couple of years, usually with Sally King (who happened also to be his girlfriend) getting the female leads. “He wants to act. He wants to be in