One day at the fabric warehouse the daughter of one of the cutters said to her mother that she was afraid that everyone in school was judging her. Her mother told her that no one was judging her. The girl looked to me for confirmation. I couldn’t lie. I told her that all the other kids were judging her, but what they thought didn’t matter. The girl stood up and yelled at her mother, “See, that’s what I need to hear! The truth!” She sat down and went back to stuffing fall catalog into envelopes. Her mother scowled at me.