Turner grabbed it. That is enough Ann, Mr. Turner said as he jerked me from atop of Sue. Another teacher looked after Sue as Mr. Turner led me down to...his office. He sat me down in a chair next to his desk and asked me just what in the hell was all that about. I explained to him about her telling everyone that I was a lesbian when I was not one. Mr. Turner gave me a big lecture on beating someone up for calling you names or making fun of you. He told me the next time to come see him when I had. I got my physical challenges in the gym and enough pseudo-spiritual mumbo jumbo from my Aikido classes.“Well, make sure you don’t give up during class because you know what they say,” I said, trying my best to keep a straight face, pausing for dramatic effect. Jude stared at me like she had no idea what “they” say, so I continued, “It ain’t over ‘til it’s over.”Jude squinted at me. “Wait a minute,” she said suspiciously, “are you quoting Yogi Barret?”“Yogi Berra,” I corrected her. “He was a. “Jesse is going to be singularly pissed off,” I said. “But I’ll take care of it.”“You know there is one thing we could do,” Howard said. “Let the older boys have their own game. You know, have them toss in five bucks or something. I’m sure they’d be happy to teach each other. Say, eight and up?”“I think they’d love it,” I said. “It’s not what Jesse wants, but I could probably sell that to him. We set up a separate table, let them play, then they all go back to the coach house with the other. But I decided that I would respect her privacy, turned and went to my room.At six the next morning, I was back in the gym, running on the treadmill. MaryAnn entered a short time later,"Sorry I'm late, I guess I overslept. How was your weekend?" It was OK. How was yours?" It was OK."There was an awkward silence. We each knew that there was more to the other's story, but didn't want to press the issue. I did notice that she was wearing makeup this morning, which was unusual for her. MaryAnn never.