Jessica and I sat in the back seat of the older Honda Civic while Gerry sat in the passenger seat. I was relieved to find that it was LeCarre behind the wheel. I decided to break the ice, “Why weren’t any of you at school today?”
“That is a secret and you know it,” Jessica giggled.
“Perhaps, it is a conversation for another time,” LeCarre chimed in as we cruised through Dahlgreen on our way back to Ashton.
I thought it was safe to assume that Jessica had forgiven me for whatever it was that I said that made her so mad the day before. Our hands were placed a few inches apart. A speed bump would have forced them to intertwine. I twitched, perishing the thought of how awkward I was behaving.
“Mr. LeCarre,” I said, “You will never believe who they had as your substitute teacher today.”
His silvery eyes flashed at me in the reflection of his rearview mirror. I understood that to mean any discussions would have to wait till later.
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