Rattlebone'If you've ever tasted the after rain clay dirt on a Kansas summer afternoon, or if you've ever secretly wanted to, you may understand why I was often tempted to eat a stick of chalk. It held the smell of that clay dirt.' Irene Wilson knows that a 'no name invisible something' has settled over her parents' marriage and suspects her glamorous new teacher is to blame. Irene is not alone in her suspicions. In the town of Rattlebone, a small Black