
Plain Vanilla
Little Margot sat primly at the table. The pink bow tied her long honey-colored ponytail, the perfect accent to the pink-on-white polka dot pinafore she wore. Margot’s hands were folded atop the table, and she listened intently as Miss Roz was giving first-day instructions to the new kindergarten class. It was a bright, hot August day outside, but the whir of the air conditioning fans overhead promised comfort in the classroom.









