Suddenly I shook my head and my writing stopped dead in its tracks. I blinked and looked up. Did he just say that the Native Americans had PMS?
I hadn’t heard him wrong. He wrote the letters vertically on the dry erase board: P M S.
I had to give him credit—he knew how to get the class’s attention. All thirty or so sets of eyes in the classroom were focused on him now, a few of the females with their mouths agape.
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