I miss his help with my studies. I cut off our friendship because I was worried what my friends would think if I hung out with you. I welcome your friendship. Aren’t you worried about what Mr Hanson might do to you?”
“No, I’m not worried. “They were headed that way.” Linda pointed down the hall towards the back of the school. “He is in my art class on Friday, and as I was going into class, I spotted he and Jazz walking arm in arm away from the classroom. In fact, I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t resign his position before the end of next week in order to get ahead of the embarrassment and disgrace that he fears he will face.”
We sit side by side on the couch, talking about Mr Hanson and his dalliances. It would be a pool party for just he and I. Linda took off with us, curious to see what we would find. Mr Hanson turns toward us, one hand trying and failing to cover his wet weenie.
