“Miss Royce, I’m done!” squealed the six-year-old.
Lois stepped from the window, thankful for the distraction. She could no longer agonize over the raging blizzard outside.
“Do you like it?” her student asked.
She looked at the drawing of a big red heart, but didn’t see it. The well-being of these kids weighed heavily. So did the possibility of their schoolhouse running out of heating fuel.
Lois felt the chill in her bones. Do they stay and hope for rescue or brave the conditions and head for her house nearby?
An impossible decision for anyone.
“Beautiful,” was the teacher’s reply.
The Weekday One Hundred 