The next time she sees the images of flashing red lights and S.W.A.T. teams in riot gear bloating the television screen at the bagel shop, tell her it was just a little accident.
“Where?” she’ll ask.
“At a school,” you’ll say.
“I don’t know.”
But you do know.
Of course you know why mothers and fathers are standing behind barriers at 10:45 a.m. watching high-school students stream from exits, their faces red and swollen and mottled with tears.