Laughing at the dead is never a good idea. But I couldn’t help it. The great Alona Dare, reduced to a crying, runnynosed bobblehead? How often do you get to see stuff like that?
Not often. Unless, of course, you’re me. Lucky, lucky me.
But it was also me who, above anyone else, should have understood that laughing at someone else’s expense always comes with a karmic price.
“Mr. Killian.” Principal Robert “Sonny” Brewster greeted me as soon as my foot crossed over the threshold into the school. “Glad you could join us today. Though you …read more