At My 20 Year Reunion, My Former Bully Laughed Until Her Husband Read My Name

the plate. I looked at her face. I thought about the day in tenth grade when she had poured grape juice down the front of my khakis while I sat at my lunch table, and then stood up straight and announced to the surrounding tables, laughing loud enough to pull teachers’ heads up from across the cafeteria: “He peed himself!” The laughter had come in continue reading …