"Mr. Barber?" When Ravi tees me up with that faraway voice I get nervous. He's a bright and serious kid, the kind that can lull me into being serious in return. I'm liable to get dark, forget he's a student, confirm something grim about his maturing worldview. Liable's the right word. You never really know which protective bubbles parents want to pop or preserve, and in what order.
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"Mr. Barber?" When Ravi tees me up with that faraway voice I get nervous. He's a bright and serious kid, the kind that can lull me into being serious in return. I'm liable to get dark, forget he's a student, confirm something grim about his maturing worldview. Liable's the right word. You never really know which protective bubbles parents want to pop or preserve, and in what order.