she should have been with her girlfriends , maybe listenin to records or moonin over some boy , and instead she was sittin there in a dusty ray of after-noon sun , sittin in the smell of chalk and floor varnish and that nasty red sawdust they put down after all the kids have gone home , sittin with her head bent so close over her book that you'd 've thought all the secrets of life n death was in there .