Jill was/is my best friend. We were inseparable in the second grade. For whatever reason (I am attempting to keep an innocent face), we were in trouble quite a bit during that year. While often the Sisters at Our Lady of the Lake would call Mrs. Griffin (or my mom) to tell them to come get us, sometimes they just told us to "go home." When the latter happened, we always went to Jill's house. We told ourselves that we went there because it was closer, but we really went there because Miss Sarah would only look at us with her penetrating gaze, then sigh heavily, and send us out to play until dinner time or my family came to collect me.
I realize now, in hindsight, that Miss Sarah and my mom probably talked with each other ALOT. At the time, however, I believed that Miss Sarah and Mr Dutch were keeping all my secrets for me and I love(d) them for that.
I still don't know why Miss Sarah let me remain friends with Jill, despite our antics at school. However, I know that over the last 40 years, she has been as proud of me and mine as if she was a blood relative.
For me, knowing her and the family she created and loved has been one of my touchstones in my life. No matter what I have been or done so far in my life, very important aspects of who I am is still that little girl, on the way home from school, holding hands with Jill, stopping at the Corner Pak, and then shuffling my feet in front of Miss Sarah's door...thinking that we should be in trouble with her, but knowing that she would love us anyway.