“She has her good days and her bad days,” I said, holding Katie’s purple homework folder tightly against my chest.
“Cassidy is handling the decorations for the gym this year,” Mrs. Dalton said, leaning in slightly as a group of third graders shuffled past us. “She’s planning some sort of silver balloon arch. She asked if you’d be willing to help with the ticket table.”
“The ticket table?” I asked.
“Just to greet families as they come through the lobby,” Mrs. Dalton said, her eyes wandering to the school board display on the wall behind me.
