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.