Chris M.

Clean room, clean slate.

Six brand new band T-shirts for Hanukkah and a new pair of capris from the thrift store.

Newly (and poorly) bleached hair.

New “school,” at the library from nine to noon with a tutor named Keith.

A cleaned bedroom, surfaces bleached, floors vacuumed, clothes and books meticulously organized, everything immaculately scrubbed.

Clean room, clean slate. ♦