by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
The elderly teacher was escorted from the school in leg chains, two large policemen on each side. Mrs. Finney still held a piece of chalk in her trembling hands. As they tucked her gray head into the squad car the students heard her cry, "I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just forgot! I couldn’t help myself!" The door of the police car stifled