“You know, I really like that…” she said to the boy sitting next to her.
Her voice was muffled from her mask. I couldn’t tell what she was talking about, but she was pointing at the front of the room.
I looked at the monitor on the wall to see what it was about the math that she was talking about. But in fact, she was not pointing at the monitor. She was pointing to the clock hanging on the wall nearby — the clock that Trudy’s brother gave me.
It wasn’t the math she liked. It was Bert’s math clock.