When I enter her office, she groans and starts kneading her face rhythmically in a slow circle. I’m mesmerized by her hands, alternately hiding and emerging like turtle heads from within the suit jacket’s sleeves. “Uh, Miss Niffenhauer?” I begin in a respectful tone, but the principal cuts me off...
But seeing his stupid ONLY USERS LOSE DRUGS T-shirt through the peephole, I let out a leaky-balloon sigh. Thank god, it wasn’t Parker! I wouldn’t have to deal with her just yet. Score one, me, finally. Except…what the hell was Ben’s brother doing here? Bringing me more funeral flowers? Part of me...