A few months ago, I received a nice little check in the mail from Hopscotch for Girls concerning the reprint of my story, “Rocks in my Pocket,” which was in the April 2009 issue of the magazine.
I was happy about that and wrote to ask what issue it was being reprinted in. This is the reply I got:
Your story was used in a reading assessment test. Your name was listed as the author and Hopscotch as the publication it appeared in. We are not allowed to see the test copy. I’m sorry this was not notated on your check. Congratulations on having your story chosen.
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The story is about my mother-in-law, Sophie Bockman, when she was a teen-ager. Her first job was that of a pianist in a movie house in New York City about 1915—during the days of silent pictures.