"She sure was calling me Sweetie a lot? I wrinkled my nose as shechanged a dirty diaper. "Watch you brother while I run out and get acouple of bags ou... of the car, please?" Sure Mom," she returned a few minutes later carrying an overnight caseand a big pink bag similar to the diaper bag she was using for my babybrother."I'm going to take a shower, ok Sweetie?" Sure Mom I think he's sleeping anyway."She came out wearing one of her usual long button front cotton stylenightgowns and lay on the. A check of the year's attendance record would reveal that few students of either sex missed her class. Robert had been no exception.She had gotten the rare teaching position, since Miss Freyne was living proof that most teachers at Lincoln High stayed there forever, through the strong recommendation of Danielle Cody, the school's vice principal. Another product of the small town, the heavy set black woman had been a teacher when Emily had been a student.Danielle Cody had been the vice principal. Tommy asked if he could sit and eat. I said sure. He sat down. We talked pretty vanilla stuff. Getting to know you stuff. Tommy pulled out his smart phone and was answering an email. I noticed as he was putting the phone away that he had opened a web browser to CL. I wondered which page. I asked work related? He laughed and said no just fun related. I laughed and said smart phones are great. Computer in your pocket. He said yep. He did service calls all around town and often found. “How old’s she?” “Damn if I know, sebenteen, eighteen, like that, quit school. Gimme a hundred for her. I got to run.” He really looked worried and kept glancing at the road. His truck was quivering, idling. I dug a few twenties out of the till, handed them to him and wished him luck. He ran. “What’s your name?” I asked the girl who seemed to be sucking her thumb. “Go to hell,” she said quietly. “Go fuck yourself, y’old turdface.” “If I’m going to feed you, you’re going to work. When somebody.