Leta had been playing with a new girl in her class, someone who hadn’t yet learned the rules. This new girl was playing a bit rough, and at one point she shoved Leta in the chest and sent her tumbling a few feet backward. (...) a part of me was like, well, maybe this experience will be good practice for that one day years from now when she decides to open up comments on her blog for the first time.
(...) "everything is fine,” (the teacher) said. “In fact, she kept going back to play with this girl over and over again, even though this girl continued to be pretty awful to her.”
“Ah well, that’s good,” I said. “I guess this means she’ll make a great alcoholic?”