The Friday Afternoon Club: A Family Memoir

a shot on you, kid.” Of all my “this

mean now? Wait a minute, maybe we should—”

only for students who’d been invited back. My poor attendance to classes I considered unworthy of my time or delusional talent meant there would be no second year for me. I was humiliated and angry at

a shot on you, kid.” Of all my “this

only for students who’d been invited back. My poor attendance to classes I considered unworthy of my time or delusional talent meant there would be no second year for me. I was humiliated and angry at

friend’s uncle had just been elected

stuffy with the stink of stale smoke and my

mean now? Wait a minute, maybe we should—”

stuffy with the stink of stale smoke and my