You try, but you can’t avoid her.  Hello, you say to be polite, and she jumps in - her child has perfect SAT scores, edits the school newspaper, is being recruited for volleyball at a Division I college – can’t say which one – but it rhymes with Hanford.

Junior year is brutal, she says.   You wonder – would it hurt your hand if you broke her jaw?  Instead you tell her you won the Powerball lottery, donated money to build a new science center at an Ivy League school – can’t say which one – but it rhymes with Hale.  You smile.  She’s speechless.  

Ann Lewis Hamilton is a writer living in California.

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