Chapter 22: Learning

The classroom had a raised platform at its center. There were tables and chairs at higher and higher elevations in semicircular rows, radiating out from the center. Children were sitting at the tables, looking down toward a woman on the dais in the middle. I assumed, correctly, that she was the teacher. I thought about Instructor Dofa. He was probably dead. There would have been a time when I would have been thrilled at the prospect of never having to go to school again. But, Kabil’s father... Kabil was probably dead. And Garren... And… the names and faces of my neighbors and friends floated up to the surface of my mind like boxes from a shipwreck.