“Here.” “Stanley Dalrumple?” Silence. “Stanley Dalrumple?” “Huh?” “Say here, Stan.” Dan Rhinehardt whispered across the aisle. “Uh, here.” Miss Lewis glared at the one she considered the worst student of her ten-year career as a teacher. She wrote a note to the principal and ordered Dan to deliver it. Principal Gossrite moaned as he read it. Then he dialed the Dalrumples’ phone number and scheduled an appointment with Stanley’s parents. *** “It appears that there is a slight problem.” Principal Gossrite’s eyes danced between teacher and parents. “Miss Lewis feels that your son needs to transfer to a class better suited for him.” “What kind of class?” Jason stared at his watch. Every minute wasted here was money lost from the remodeling job where he would rather be. “One for those who are mentally deficient,” Miss Lewis said. “You saying our boy is a retard? A throwback?” “Here, look for yourself.” She tossed a paper onto his lap. “I had the district psychologist test Stanley.
