She would never be as old as the librarian, and only she and I knew it. She had only glanced at me, but I found it about as subtle as a stage wink from some Hollywood actress telling a joke. ǡǯǯ her joke was too risky. Rather, I was irritated by her self-satisfied, ǡǯ something funny expression. She returned my sullen lack of reaction with a sharp, frustrated glare, and she kept it on me until I finally offered her a slight upturn of a smile. We sat in the closed library for about a half an hour before deciding to go home. It was just past six in the evening when we reached the shoe cubbies ǯ ǡǤ open doorway came the energetic voices of student athletes practicing after school sports. DzǡdzǤ DzǡdzǤ DzǯǤǡǯ Ǥdz DzǡdzǤ DzǫdzǤ DzǯǤdz I exchanged my indoor school slippers for my outdoor shoes and Ǥǯ and the front gate, with the sports grounds on the opposite side of the school. As I walked, the voices of the baseball and rugby players gradually dimmed. Stomping her feet, my classmate caught up to me and demanded, Dzǯ ǫdz Dz ǤǤdz Dzǡǫdz ǡǡDzǤdz ǡǡDzǯ ǨǯǤdz I was short for a boy my age, and she was tall for a girl, which left us at about the same height. There was something refreshing about being scolded by someone just a little bit shorter than me.