Frances Egan, the school nurse, left her nutrition charts long enough to tell me there was nothing that could have been done. 'Evelyn had a rough time with her father,' she said. 'Once she came in beaten black and blue.' 'What did you do for her?' 'I gave her a cup of tea.' 'Tea? Why tea, for heaven's sake?' 'Why? Because I know all about it,' she said, shaking with anger. 'I know more than anyone here what goes on outside - poverty, disease, dope, degeneracy - yet I'm not supposed to give them even a band-aid. I used to plead, bang on my desk, talk myself hoarse arguing with kids, parents, welfare, administration, social agencies. Nobody really heard me. Now I give them tea. At least, that's something.' 'But you're a nurse,' I said helplessly. She showed me the Directive from the Board posted on her wall: THE SCHOOL NURSE MAY NOT TOUCH WOUNDS, GIVE MEDICATION, REMOVE FOREIGN PARTICLES FROM THE EYE... Are we, none of us, then, allowed to touch wounds? What is the teacher's responsibility? And if it begins at all, where does it end?