The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying
to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. “Just think
how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say,
“There’s Jennifer; she’s a lawyer,’ or “That’s Michael, he’s a doctor.'”
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the
teacher. She’s dead.”
