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as if it was exciting that so much had happened while he
was away. But of itself the bubble burst. She imagined
someone who had been herself standing beside the red
bicycle innocently bartering with Father Highwick the
secrets of Dingley Falls. She could no longer be that
person.
Before turning back, she and Luke walked as far as
Dixwell High School. They peered into dark windows
at classrooms left for the summer as though the students
had just stepped outside into the hall.
They found their history room, the podium still in
place from which Ms. Rideout had made her
valedictory speech with its stuttering confession that she
could not cope with their abuse.
"If she thinks we're rough, why is she going to law
school?" Polly said.
"She thinks we need more women in power.
Women have to get into the same positions men are in.
They should have the right to do what men do." Luke
sat down on the steps of the school to pour gravel out
of his shoe, while Polly did the same to hers.
"That's dumb," she said. "I don't think men should