Page 37 of Rotten Apple

I shook her hand and followed her out of the room. When we were in the hallway, I dropped the principal’s card.

“Oh, Ms. Bennett, you dropped the card,” Edna said, bending down to pick it up.

“I’m such a klutz,” I said as Max walked with the principal.

“If there’s anything I can do to help with Petunia, please let me know. She’s a great kid.”

A sadness momentarily crossed through her eyes, as if she wanted to say more but held back.

“Thank you, I will.”

It wasn’t until we were back in the car thatI took the principal’s card and slipped it into an evidence bag.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“My job.”