And then everybody would know that he wasn’t really Lee Grant. Everybody would know that all he knew was how to hide.

Luke forced himself to sit still for two hours.

When a bell went off again, everyone trouped down a hall to a huge dining area.

Luke hadn’t eaten since breakfast at home — his mother’s lightest biscuits and, as a miraculous farewell treat, fresh eggs. Luke could remember the pride shining in her eyes. as she had slid the plate in front of him.

“From the factory?” he had asked. Eggs usually were not available for ordinary people, but his mother worked at a chicken factory, and if her supervisOrs, were in a good mood, s~fnetimes she got extra food.

Mother had. nodded. “I promised them forty hours of overtime in exchange. Unpaid.”

Luke had gulped.

“Just for two eggs for me?”

Mother had looked at him.

“It was a good trade,” she’d said.

Remembering breakfast gave him a lump in his throat as big as an egg. He wasn’t hungry.

But he sat down, because all the other boys were sitting. Instantly another boy turned on him and glared.

“Seniors only,” he said.

“Huh?” Luke asked.

“Only seniors are allowed at this table,” the boy said, in the same kind of mocking voice that Mark always used with Luke when Luke had said something dumb.

“Oh,” Luke said.

“What are you, some kind of a lecker?” another boy asked.

Luke didn’t know how to answer that. He was so eager to get up, he tripped and crashed into the next table.

“Juniors only,” a boy said there.

Luke tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it had grown even bigger.

He went from table to table, not even bothering to try to sit- down. At each table, someone said in a bored voice, “Sophomores only,” or “Freshmen only,” or “Eights only”… Luke didn’t know what he was, so he kept moving.