Wheeler.”
Jeff blinked, realizing what Troy was referring to—the trip
to Washington, D.C., this weekend when he planned to take
ten of his star history pupils on a tour of the sites. He’d
mentioned to Troy his desire for finding one other adult to
accompany them, for the safety of the group. He had asked
several teachers but found none available. “I’m sure Miss
Thomas has other plans.”
“You don’t have other plans, do you, Miss Thomas?” Jewel
asked. “I think it would be sweet for you to come along. We’re
gonna have a great time. How about it?”
Jeff waited for a look of consternation to form on Lindsay’s
sleek face at this sudden invitation. He stood there, counting to
five, anticipating the certain no, she had a dinner date that
night with handsome Harry or a hair appointment at the salon.
“I haven’t been to D.C. since I was little. If it’s okay with
your teacher—”
Jeff nearly fell over. His knees began to wobble. He grabbed
the corner of his desk to steady himself.
“Of course it’s okay with Mr. Wheeler, right?”
“Sure,” he croaked.
Lindsay went over to Jewel and began talking with her in a
hushed voice. Jeff observed the interaction between the two.
He couldn’t help but marvel how Lindsay integrated with the
students, much in the same way she’d captured their attention
that day in the auditorium. Maybe she wasn’t all Goofy
phones and Silly Slammers, business and boyfriends. Maybe
there was more to her than met the eye.
51
Later that night Lindsay called Jeff to discuss the students’
reaction to the cards. After she slogged her way through the
sales pitch, explaining how effective the cards would be in
motivating the students to sell over the weekend, he waited
for the other items on her agenda.
“Oh, and about the trip this weekend to Washington, D.C.”
Here it comes. She has a list of ideas for running the trip,
like she did the fundraiser, as if she has the history degree.
“I will totally understand if you don’t think it’s appropriate
for me to go,” she began. “I realize I’m not on the school faculty.
In fact, it’s probably better if you had a fellow teacher go
instead. Or maybe a parent.”
Jeff had been all set to remind her this was his trip and he
knew exactly what to do and where to go. Instead, her innocent
inquiry caught him off guard. No other teachers were
interested in participating. No one in high school liked
American history that much. The teachers were more into
ancient civilizations and European history. At times, Jeff felt
out of place talking with them. He recalled one debate with a
teacher who passionately pleaded the cause of England during
the American Revolution. Jeff countered the statements
with patriotic quotes, using documents to support his claims.
The debate grew quite hot until Jeff inquired if the man’s
relatives had Loyalist leanings. That comment drew a look of
hostility and a slammed door in his face.
“Mr. Wheeler?”
“There isn’t anyone else. The teachers are busy and I never
asked any of the parents. If you want to go, that’s fine with
me, but I thought you disliked history.”
“I do if I have to sit at a desk and listen to a teacher read
out of a textbook. I like taking trips, though. I guess I’d better
52 like it with all the traveling I do for my job.”
“So you don’t work only in this area?”
“Oh, no. My sales territory spans six counties. It seems as if
I spend more time in my car driving to appointments than at
the schools conducting business. Not to say I don’t like to
drive, because I do. Sometimes, though, I wouldn’t mind if all
my schools were just around the corner. Then I wouldn’t have
to leave the house at six A.M. before the sun is even up. In the
winter, I have to get up while it’s still dark out. I don’t arrive
home until after dark.”
“Must be difficult.”
“It’s not too bad. So what time shall we