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Show 48 into declaring his age. "I'm this many," he said, holding four fingers near his face, tucking the thumb carefully into his palm. "Wow!" Dyna exclaimed, making saucer eyes. "I bet you go to school, too." Timmy nodded and grinned, then ducked his head into hie mom's side. "Do you like going to school, now you're a big boy?" Dyna asked. "Sometimes." "Me, too," she said truthfully. "I'll endorse that sometimes my6elf," Mrs. Simpson said, laughing. "Sometimes school is fun, but not always." She patted Timmy's leg there beside her* "It wasn't fun Friday," Dyna said in a soft voice. "I could see you were having a rough day. Don't worry about it." Four little words-Don't worry about it-and Dyna felt a great load lift off her shoulders. She smiled gratefully at Simpson, but her teacher was keeping her eyes on the traffic. It was Tim who smiled back. What a sweetheart! Polite, bright for his age, he was turning out to be very good company. "I guess you eat lunch at school, huh?" Dyna asked, wanting to prolong their conversation. "Yes," he said, very precisely. "We have lunch every day. Every- single-day!" "Sandwiches and salads and stuff?" Timmy nodded, still serious. "I like peanut butter and jelly best, but I don't like the wet salads Aunt Jessie makes for us. Or beets." Mrs. Simpson winked at Dyna across Timmy's head. "A wet salad is a toss saidd, in case you didn't know." Dyna laughed. "You know what? I didn't like beets, either, until Gram planted two whole rows of them in our garden. 'You're gonna like these beets!' she told me. So now I like beets. It's amazing." Sitting in a booth awhile later, waiting for their hot sandwiches to arrive, Mrs. Simpson told Dyna she wasr having some worries about the writing class. They couldn't seem to agree on an idea for the TV script, she said, and besides that, they seemed to be dividing "sociologically," |