Page 86 of Do It Yourself
How exhausting.
I don’t get much time to think about that as the handsome teacher makes his way over to us, a tentative smile on his face.
“Hi, I’m Evan Parks.” He sticks his hand out and I quickly grasp it, giving it a quick shake. “Lola Warren of Warren Honey. Nice to meet you.” Evan, Mr. Parks, is nice and we end up chatting for long enough that the demonstration wraps up andMr. Hale pulls the two of us over to join in the conversation of the poor firefighters.
There are five of them in total, four men and one woman.
My eyes catch on one firefighter who’s smile is wide as the three of us walk up to the group. He’s tall, lean with ears that are just a little too big for his close cropped haircut. It’s annoyingly endearing.
My steps falter, embarrassment rooting me to the spot. “Mr. Hale, I’m so sorry, I have another meeting I need to get to.” The disappointment on the principal’s face is clear as day but there is no way in hell I’m walking over and joining in with that firefighter. I could probably have been a little nicer with my departure but getting any closer to that man was not something I wanted to do.
That man had a front row seat to one of the worst days of my life and I was not about to relive those memories.
