X Marks the Spot

Last night, I discovered Frankie’s yearbook in a stack of papers he’d brought home from school.

I eagerly flipped to his class’s page to see the pictures of all his shining classmates. Over the year, I helped out during their library period and got to know them pretty well. Oh my boy, my boy! Frankie had taken a thick magic marker and drawn each kid’s first initial squarely over his/her face. So much for fond remembrances.