Mrs. Devon is an instructor in the Social Studies Dept. at Whateley Academy. A fifty-ish lady in a frumpy dress and orthopedic shoes came in and stood at the blackboard. “Good day, class. I’m Mrs. Devon, and I’ll be teaching Civics this term.” Anna could see she was wearing a DAR pin. Mrs. Devon had a grating voice that kind of made Anna’s ears ache, and she looked like she was wearing some kind of corset or slimmer to make herself look not all blobby. But even Anna knew she needed to go a size or two bigger on the slimmer, because there was fat bulging out everywhere the slimmer stopped, like right under her armpits, which was just really gross to look at, even buried under her dress. That wasn’t so bad, but Mrs. Devon was boring. Really, really, really boring. She just kind of dron