When the guidance counselor called me
into her office to talk about Lindsey,
it made me wonder
if she was breaching
a confidentiality agreement,
but I had to know whether the truth
was less strange
than the rumors flying around.
“I promise you,” she said,
“that your tip about Lindsey
Oh, no. Someone figured out
it was me who said something.
But I nodded, propped my hand under my chin,
and leaned forward, interested.