sir, I was.” Jacob “Nine Fingers” Gibson had been the principal of Black Creek Junior High School when Shoe had been a student there. He had been called Jacob Nine Fingers because he was missing the ring finger of his left hand. The legend was that he’d lost it during a school fire drill when he’d fallen on the stairs and his wedding ring had caught on a railing.
“There were so many students, Mr. Schumacher. And only one of me.”
“I understand, sir.”
“Joseph,” Miss Hahn said. “Perhaps we could get together later and talk. Catch up. I expect you’ve led an interesting life.”
“I’d like that very much,” he said.
“Good,” she said. She took Mr. Gibson’s arm and walked him toward a craft table featuring hand-painted ceramic figurines.
Rachel came out of the welcome tent and stood beside him. “That’s your old junior high school English teacher?” she said. “No wonder you had a crush on her. She’s beautiful.”
chapter thirteen
Patty had taken the Navigator, so Tim Dutton drove the Audi to the store. The heat and humidity had put him in a crappy mood, which wasn’t made better when he saw the Harley-Davidson motorcycle parked by the employee entrance. He didn’t especially like motorcycles, or generally have much use for people who rode them. He made a mental note to find out who it belonged to and tell him to park it somewhere else. Better yet, not to ride it to work at all.
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