Gross Anatomy

by Eric Gansworth

We had never spent any time together in high school, not even a lunch table once. While it was true that our school district included a little neighborhood that had started as a German settlement, and while it should have been no surprise that there might be students in our school with the last name Gross, and while we should have been more sophisticated than to go for the obvious, Johnnie was marked from the first day of freshman year, and she accepted her life as such. Maybe she'd had enough by then. It couldn't have taken kids much beyond the second grade to recognize the potential in her last name. I didn't know what had happened while she was in some private school junior high, but others apparently did.

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