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She held Daddy’s hand tight as they entered the classroom. It felt odd and special to be at school at night and she felt very pretty wearing her second best dress with the smocking across the chest and a big bow in the back. On her feet she was sporting shiny black mary janes and pink socks with lace edging. She’d picked this outfit herself and she enjoyed twirling around and around so the skirt belled out around her knees, lifting and settling on top of the attached crinoline. It scratched and irritated her skin where it was sewn to the bodice but there was always a price to pay for beauty. At least that’s what Mommy said. The lights were bright in the room and the small desks were all lined up in neat rows. Each student had exactingly written their name on lined paper, the first capital letter followed by lower case letters, reaching exactly half it’s height, dictated by the light broken line that trailed across each name taped securely to the desk top. Some parents sat, folding themselves into the miniature desks as their sons and daughters stood by unsure, wondering if this would be alright with Mrs. Ward. Mrs. Ward was very old, older even than the parents. She had hair the color of Mommy’s copper casserole dish that had been handed down from grandma, and it curled in a tight wiry halo around her skull, the outline of which you could see when she stood in the doorway just before leading them out to recess. Mrs. Ward always wore polyester pantsuits, the double knit pants hanging slackly from her bony butt, the floral or print tops buttoned all the way up to her crepey wattle. Although she was very thin her flesh was starting to slide a bit. You could especially see this when she stood to say the pledge every morning. She would stand very erect at the front of the classroom, her hand on her heart and her pointy elbow jutting out before her like an askew chicken wing, the flesh of her upper arm swinging violently, back and forth, as she emphatically pledged her allegiance. Of course this was noticeable only when she was wearing the sleevless pantsuits. Mrs. Ward was not kind and gentle like Mrs. Ashcraft next door. She was not silly and fun like Miss Parker across the hall. Mrs. Ward was strict but fair, as she liked to say, and she didn’t put up with any crap from her class. When things got too noisy or kids got excited and started speaking out of turn her lips would tighten until there was a white line around them and her eyes would get very, very small as she rose from her desk and slowly moved to stand in front of them, silently glaring. That was all she had to do to bring the class to order. Just stand there wreaking of wrath. Mrs. Ward was the scariest kindergarten teacher in the whole school. Tonight however, even she seemed different. For one thing she wasn’t wearing a polyester pantsuit, but had chosen instead a pretty blue dress that made you notice that she had quite nice blue eyes. She was talking and laughing with parents and telling them how wonderful their children were. She was completely different from the woman they spent every day with. Projects that they had worked on these first three months of school were displayed around the room. There were stained glass windows that they’d made with wax paper and crayon shavings. There was the incubator with the eggs that they watched everyday, looking for the first telltale crack to indicate that a real live baby chick was inside and coming out. There were potatoes suspended above murky green glasses of water with green sprouts jutting merrily from they're blooming eyes. On a table in the corner was an array of brightly colored books made of construction paper. Books they had written about what they did on their summer vacations. Oh God. She could feel herself flush with horror and embarassment as she realized that her book was displayed on a small easel so that the cow and pig she had patiently fashioned from black and white and pink construction paper could be seen clearly from across the room. Daddy held her hand and asked, “Did you make one of those? Let’s go look.” She kept her head down, barely breathing, and wondered if throwing up on her shoes might distract him as he led her over to the table. Mrs. Ward was standing nearby and turned as she saw them coming, bright red lips spread into a wide smile, flashing coffee stained teeth smeared a bloody carnelian. Her heart was beating loudly as Daddy dragged her along and she hated Mrs. Ward for making them do this assignment. She hated herself for making up a trip to a farm just because it was way easier and a lot more fun to make cows and chickens and pigs out of construction paper than it was to try to make trips to the mall and days spent in front of the TV with mommy in a dark room. They had gone to the beach for a few days with Daddy, but the beige construction paper she'd pondered for sand was a really boring color. So she’d made up her sum
May cover of Social & Personal Magazine
May cover of Social & Personal Magazine
the may '10 cover of Social & Personal Magazine Styling and production: Roxanne Parker Photography: Johnny McCmillian Hair: Jenny Crawford for Kazumi Hair Make Up: Vivian Pomeroy for Brown Sugar

parker floral dress
parker floral dress
Robert B. Parker's Killing the Blues (A Jesse Stone Novel)
Paradise, Massachusetts, police chief Jesse Stone returns in a brilliant new addition to the New York Times-bestselling series.
Paradise, Massachusetts, is preparing for the summer tourist season when a string of car thefts disturbs what is usually a quiet time in town. In a sudden escalation of violence, the thefts become murder, and chief of police Jesse Stone finds himself facing one of the toughest cases of his career. Pressure from the town politicians only increases when another crime wave puts residents on edge. Jesse confronts a personal dilemma as well: a burgeoning relationship with a young PR executive, whose plans to turn Paradise into a summertime concert destination may have her running afoul of the law.
When a mysterious figure from Jesse's past arrives in town, memories of his last troubled days as a cop in L.A. threaten his ability to keep order in Paradise-especially when it appears that the stranger is out for revenge.