Girl in Reverse
I hold my face as if it has been dipped in plastic, slide down in my seat, and stare at the doodle—a tornado-shaped ink spiral gouged in the desktop.
Five rows ahead Neil Bradford faces our class in his ROTC uniform. He holds out a cartoon taped to red construction paper that he has brought for current events. His eyes glitter. “See? It’s an army tank stuffed with Chinese commies about to crush all these little kids in the crosswalk. Each of the kids wears a...