There are four of them in all, maybe 15 years old. They are all perched on the edge of a bench, a bench built for two. They sit, backs to each other, and talk very quietly. Then, a man walks towards them, two large books cradled under his arm, fingers curled around the binding. I can see the front cover of the top book, big letters peaking out from under his forearm: SAT’s. It all makes sense now. All four girls get up in unison and follow this man. A beautiful April Saturday afternoon, spent at the library preparing for the SAT’s.