An Inch from Frank's Hand
It was Wednesday night and Karen Miller was grading student portfolios by the light of a single fluorescent bulb that flickered every seven seconds. She did not know it was seven seconds but she would have learned it eventually, the way you learn the timing of things you cannot change -- the refrigerator that kicks on at midnight, the truck that rattles past your house at 6 AM, the way...
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