She was the first person besides my father who said I should become a writer.  I didn’t believe her, but it’s a nagging thought that has remained in the back of my mind.  She did not have children of her own, and I think she wanted to adopt me, and my two goofy male friends in her class as her pseudo children.  She was so interested in my relationship with one of those boys that I was embarrassed when she caught me talking to another boy.  She saw me and then looked disappointed.  I was cheating on her pseudo child!