“Alignment maybe. Or a soft tire. Driving home from Auden University, Diane Corde noticed that the steering wheel seemed to shake; her engagement ring bobbled noisily on tan G.M. plastic. Then she realized the station wagon was fine; it was her hand that shook so fiercely—the first time in her life that a reference to money had made her fingers tremble. Diane was returning from a meeting with the admissions director at the Auden lab school. The woman, who looked sharp and professional (no sultry... pink, no clattering bracelets, no hussy makeup), had explained the procedures. Sarah’s file, which Dr. Parker had already forwarded to the school, would be reviewed by the school’s special education admissions board. They would make a recommendation about placing Sarah in one of the classes or arranging for private tutoring. “I’m sure,” the woman said, “your daughter will be accepted.” Diane was grateful to tears at this news. Then the director had consulted a sheet of paper. “Let’s see.… Tuition for a special education class at Sarah’s level is eight thousand four hundred.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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