"He knows your nephew," the sub coordinator told me this morning, nodding to the tall young man helping her. And to him she said, "This is Treat's aunt!"
He reached out to shake my hand. "Treat was right across the hall from me last year," he said.
"He's our school-based sub," the sub coordinator introduced him. "And she taught here for more than thirty years," she said about me.
"And Treat's mother is the art teacher here," I added.
"Oh yes," he replied, "I do remember Treat saying he came from a teaching family."
I carried the warmth of that remark all the way to my first period World Geography class, where I was the substitute co-teacher. I knew the teacher I was working with, and it so happened that Treat had worked with her as well.
The block passed by quickly in pleasant consideration of various land formations and climates, and their appeal to the students personally. "You're pretty good at this!" the teacher joked when the bell rang. "Have you ever considered being a teacher?"
"Well," I laughed, "it does run in my family!
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