Maalox in coffee doesn’t look the same as cream.
Linda Chester made a note of that. Didn’t taste very good either.
She laughed out loud, more of a release than the humor of pouring Maalox in coffee.
She knew she had one of the best, least stressful teaching jobs in America, coordinating middle school fine art at Periscope Academy.
Two former students were currently doing gallery shows. One was doing set design for superhero movies.
The kids at Periscope were born with a safety net, their parents high profile injury lawyers, Hall of Fame bound athletes, tech entrepreneurs.
And a car salesman.
Linda glanced over her shoulder at Christmas, one of the works of the car salesman’s daughter.
He wasn’t any car salesman, he was Thomas MacIntosh, the Lord of the Lease, the Baron of the Buyback, as big of a local media celebrity as there was in this part of the Great Lakes.
The sons of the football stars asked for his autograph.
The Director of Student Counseling and Mental Health at Periscope asked for an audience with him. After her request was denied, Linda knew the confrontation would fall to her.
She bet LaShawn Douglas in the Robotics Lab lunch at Balkan House that there would be some sort of incident.
They didn’t make strict ground rules as to what that incident would be.
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