A girl’s hand went up. “Under ‘Father’s Name,’ what do you put if you don’t know who your father is?”
Even for a tough school, some of the kids acted a little shocked. “You don’t know who your father is?” someone asked.
She lifted her chin several inches and looked him straight in the eyes. “No,” she said, a little too loudly.
I liked this girl. She was tough, yes, but she had a core of goodness in her. I felt a flash of protectiveness. If anyone was going to mess with her, they’d have to go through me first.
“Oh,” I said. “Yes, thank you. I forgot to mention that. If you don’t know who your father is, put N/A.”
N/A? It was a ridiculous thing to say, I know, but I was desperately improvising while trying to sound casual, and I’ve never been a quick thinker.
But at least nobody gave her a hard time after that. Maybe they sensed they would have had to go through me first.