April 17, 2007
Cal couldn’t stop focusing on the dewlap under Sister Catherine’s chin. It flapped when she talked. Cal barely stifled a giggle. If Sister Catherine noticed, she didn’t react; just continued the summation of Cal’s transgressions for the day. Cal had stopped counting at 11, figuring that she was nowhere near her record of 17. Mr. Killowog had picked something fun (volleyball) for gym for once, so she’d kept quiet (to Mr. Killowog’s relief). Cal decided that the proper name was definitely “dewlap” instead of “wattle.” Wattles grew on fowl while dewlaps grew on cows. Sister Catherine was definitely a cow.