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SAM WIEBE

Principal Rattigan didn’t want to hear Dean’s
side of the story. She took his baseball glove
as punishment.

That glove was a present from our dad.
Dean slept with it on the pillow next to him.
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He loved it. He asked her to take anything
else, but the principal wouldn’t give it back.
Dean and I are close. I knew how upset
he was without the glove. After school, when
we had finished cleaning up the kitchen,
I told him I would get it back for him.

“How?” he asked. “It’s locked in her
office. It’s impossible.”
“Maybe for you,” I said.

The principal’s office was on the second
floor of the school. Her window looked down
on the sports field. There were no trees
nearby and nowhere to throw a rope. The
doors of the school were all alarmed.

At the back of the school, near the basket-
ball courts, was a toolshed. It took me ten

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