“
He looked down at her. And with a terrible honesty he said:
“. . . I don’t know.”
Most children her age would be baffled by this. How could an adult,
a teacher, not know the answer? To this question or any? But Molly
knew. Molly Blyndeff already knew the terrible secret of the world. She
had known it for a long time. The horrifying, beautiful truth that marks
the end of childhood:
Nobody knows what they’re doing.
”
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