Bram’s hand, to his own astonishment, went up.
Lars stopped drawing.
Then Mrs. Visser turned on the overhead lights, harsh and fluorescent. “Questions?” she asked. Bram’s hand, to his own astonishment, went up
The narrator spoke of menstruation. Of wet dreams. Of the word ovulation , which Bram had heard before only as a whisper in the schoolyard, a weapon to throw and run from. But here it was, clinical and gentle, as ordinary as a recipe on television. to his own astonishment
The reel slowed. The last frame flickered, then dissolved into white light. The projector clicked off. clinical and gentle