LOSS Rosebud Issue 21 She slides into her seat in Mrs. Hall’s sixth grade, unable to talk to her best friend Donnie, who sits behind her, because now he might notice she is wearing her first bra. She is sure he knows that the bra’s formed cones wrinkle back in on nothing. The principal’s voice over the PA is broken: The President has been shot. The boy who can’t be her best friend anymore taps her on the shoulder. “Are you sad?" ”Yes,” she answers, staring straight ahead. “I will cry for him as soon as I get home.”

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