After Rob began to read, he discovered he needed to hold the book out to the side so the kids could see the pictures and he could still read the words. Good thing he hadn’t done an intense arm or shoulder workout beforehand. Lifting a coffee cup, much less a book, after one of those was a potentially painful experience.
He read and read.
How freaking long is this book?
At least the kids finally livened up, pointing out things and leaning forward in their seats. When he finished, he closed the book with a flourish. More glitter fell to the floor and this time he smiled; he’d had the foresight to hold it away from him. Can’t get me twice with that crap.
“Pretty cool, huh? I love reading. See, I’m a hockey player.” He indicated his jersey, clearly violating Ms. Rossa’s “don’t talk to the kids” rule. Rob had a sudden urge to stick out his tongue at her like Sebastian had done during scrimmage earlier in camp, but managed to hold himself back. “We spend a lot of time waiting for buses, flying on planes, sitting around our hotel rooms before games, whatever. If I couldn’t read, I’d be pretty bored.” Not entirely true since his tastes ran more to engaging in video game tournaments against his teammates, but he wasn’t about to mention that. Obviously he could read; he just preferred something a little more active.
One little girl raised her hand. “I saw a hockey game on TV with my daddy.”
“Oh yeah? Did you like it?”
She crinkled her nose. “Do you fight like those guys did?”
Think fast, D’Amico.
“Things can get heated in the middle of a game because everybody’s trying so hard, but I always play fair.” Total cop-out answer, but he doubted she’d know the difference.
That was a close call.
A boy in the class was waving his arm like one of those guys guiding a plane to a gate. Enthusiastic kid. Rob couldn’t help but smile. These kids were giving him a kick; that was for sure.
“My dad says the Storm won’t go anywhere without a change in the front office.”
Seriously? How the hell do kids remember stuff like that?
Rob looked to Ms. Rossa for guidance. She was half turned away, silently shaking with laughter. Fat lot of help she would be.
With a level voice, he answered, “I just play the game. I let other people worry about that kind of thing. Anyway, I need to get out of here since you guys have a lot of important learning to do, but I’ll be back soon. Maybe we can read something about dinosaurs or race cars.” Ms. Rossa had turned back by then, and he skewered her with a withering look, but she smiled sweetly.
Yeah, saccharine sweet.
“Class, thank Mr. D’Amico for coming in today.”
“Thank you,” they chorused.
Do they actually practice to get that kind of harmony?
Rob set the book on Ms. Rossa’s desk and stood, idly scanning the room. Since he’d walked in, he’d felt like something was out of place since. Though Ms. Rossa had obviously tried to make the room look cheery with construction paper letters taped up around the room and some other cheap decorations, the walls were painted four different, hideous colors. There was an old-fashioned radiator heater running along only one side, which probably meant that area was like a furnace while the opposite side ran to cold.
Nowhere did Rob see a cache of toys or art supplies or really much of anything like he would expect in a kindergarten classroom. He swallowed thickly. Sure, this was inner-city Buffalo, but still. The students were awesome and deserved better than getting the shaft like this just because of where they lived.
Ms. Rossa led him out. “Thank you for doing that. The kids enjoyed themselves.”
“You’re welcome. I tried to be as diplomatic as I could with the questions, but I thought it would be rude to ignore the kids.”
“Yes, I suppose,” she answered, and Rob understood what people meant when they mentioned pursed lips. It was as if Ms. Rossa was sucking on a lemon. “Especially since you started the conversation.”
Don’t hurt yourself agreeing with me. She’d also not-so-subtly reminded Rob that she’d ordered him not to talk to the kids. In an effort to remain diplomatic, he changed the subject. “I think they gave you a list of dates and times I’d be here?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Okay then.” With nothing wittier to add, he continued, “I’ll see you next week.”
Totally lame, dude.
“Bye.” She turned and went back inside the classroom.
Well, I guess I’m dismissed.
After he got back in his truck, he called Sebastian. “Hey, are you with Sarah? Can you put me on speaker?”
“Sure, man. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I want to run something by her. You can stay too. Actually, I could definitely use your opinion, since your mom’s a teacher.”
“Hi, Rob,” Sarah said.
“Hi, Sarah.” He took a deep breath, not sure of how to ask what he wanted to know. “I went over to that school to read to the kids today.”
“Good for you,” Sarah answered.
“I liked the reading. Little kids are fun. Anyway, while I was in the school I saw how…” God, how do I put this? “Desolate their classroom looked. I mean, the teacher had stuff up on the walls she’d clearly made herself, but all the things you’d normally see in a kindergarten classroom weren’t there. No toys, no art stuff, no big shelves crammed with books. Just, I dunno, nothing. Pretty sad. I was surprised to see that. I never saw a classroom in Canada that was so ill-equipped.”
Sebastian spoke up. “They fund schools here differently, right?”
“Yes. I think there’s less subsidizing by the government,” Sarah explained.
“So if the school is here in the city,” Sebastian said, “they probably do not have much money to buy those things. The city of Buffalo is not doing well in some areas. I’ve been reading about the situation in the paper.”
Since he was French-Canadian and had been raised in a non-English speaking house, Sebastian read every Sunday paper cover to cover in an attempt to learn better English. He’d been doing it for years.
Rob blew out a breath. “I know, but I feel bad. There I was with my two-hundred-dollar jeans and my Rolex and the kids were coloring with stumps for crayons.”
“You can’t feel bad about having money, Rob,” Sarah argued. “It’s not your fault you do and they don’t. I know it’s hard not to feel guilty, but you haven’t done anything wrong. You worked your ass off to get where you are.”
“I realize that. I do. It’s just—”
“You felt like a jerk. You shouldn’t.”
“I guess you’re right,” Rob grumbled. But then why couldn’t he let this go?
“Even though her school is pretty nice, my mom still has to spend her own cash on supplies,” Sebastian said. “There’s not enough from the government to go around, even in Canada, where the tax rate is higher.”
“She spends her own money?” Rob was incredulous. That totally sucked.
“They all do.”
Sebastian had spoken as if the statement was no big deal, but Rob was appalled. Teachers made so little for the incredibly important job they did, and on top of that, they were forced to spend for things themselves just to do that job? That’s ridiculous.
“Sebastian’s right, Rob. Every teacher I’m aware of, from preschool straight up through college, buys their own stuff to some degree.”
“Wow, that’s so wrong.”
“It is,” Sarah agreed, “but also the way of things. Taxpayers bitch when they have to pay more, but they also complain when the schools can’t properly prepare their children for the world.”
“I had no idea.”
“I send my mom money before every school year, so she won’t have to spend her own,” Sebastian said.
“I feel so bad for these kids. Maybe not all the classrooms look like theirs, but I bet they do. I mean, why would one be totally devoid of things all the others have?” Rubbing
a hand over his short hair as he drove, he shook his head even though his two friends couldn’t see him. “I should do something. But shit, where do you start with something like that? The problem can’t just be Ms. Rossa’s classroom, or even just that school.”
“It’s not,” Sarah answered. “Most inner-city schools in this country are probably pretty similar.”
“I still can’t believe what the room looked like. I just stood there, feeling so helpless. And now I want to fix the problem, but I don’t know how. The whole thing just seems so, I dunno, big and intimidating to contemplate.” Sighing, he shook his head again as if the action would clear the vivid images of those kids and their classroom from his mind.
“I understand.” Then Sarah said, “Not to change the subject, but are you coming for dinner? I need to know how many bracciole to make.”
Leave it to Sarah not to let me dwell on stuff. Rob allowed her to steer the conversation elsewhere. “You’re making bracciole?” He groaned. “I haven’t had that since the last time I saw my grandma. I wanted some at the Italian Festival, but even though I dragged Jordan from one end of that place to the other, I couldn’t find any. I had to console myself with stuffed peppers. Good, but not bracciole.”
“I thought that dish might interest you.”
He smiled. Since she and Seb had moved in together, Sarah had adopted Rob as her pet project. Not that he was complaining about all the home-cooked food, but it felt a little strange to have people wanting to take care of him after he’d been independent of his family for nearly ten years already.
Sarah continued, “I need some guinea pigs with strong stomachs for this first attempt.”
“Hey Seb, is our life insurance from the Storm paid up?” Rob asked. “Do they do that before the season starts?”
“I hope so. Ow! What was that for?”
“You can sleep on the couch, you know.”
“You’re the one who said we’d need a strong stomach, not me.”
Before he had to listen to yet another nauseating lover’s spat, Rob said, “I’m in. I’ll bring some Sangiovese. Bracciole needs a strong wine.”
“Listen to the wine snob,” Sebastian said.
“When it’s about Italian wine going with Italian food, damn right. Later.” He clicked off the Bluetooth on his steering wheel. Rob wasn’t keen on a lot of fancy bells and whistles in his vehicles, though he did like the chrome detailing on the body of his Escalade XLT, but even he admitted the built-in Bluetooth was pretty sweet.
As he drove to his place, Rob thought back to the classroom and what Sarah and Sebastian had said, trying to reconcile everything in his head. In the end, knowing he’d only make himself nuts, he decided not to dwell. Better to let the matter rest for now.
A couple of days later, though, with his apartment quiet and no travel as training camp droned on, the situation still bugged him. He finally gave in to the niggling in the back of his brain and called Sebastian’s mom to quiz her. After that, he spent over three hours online, looking at websites about education funding before veering into classroom supply information. No way could he keep going to that school all year and doing nothing for those kids when he had the means to help.
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