Sally and the Leg of Lamb

Surviving Carolyn: Chapter Two

Around the age of seven, a good thing happened. The mother of my classmate, Katy, was on to things. With my stepmother, that is. Or so it seemed.

To be clear: Katy was my classmate, not a bosom buddy. Why were we not best friends? Who knows? We were both voracious readers and got good grades, yet neither of us was the teacher’s pet. And we both had awfu…