I hope with my listening to you I can be of service. This is at the behest of The Preacher who is a friend that did have a problem. He attributed the ...olving of it to me. Whether deserving or not, he believes it." You got all of that from just looking at me? How old do you think I am?" That is a terrible thing to ask me. If I'm truthful and put your age too high, you will be insulted. If I guess too low, you will think I am trying to flatter you. I'm not going to answer." I smiled."Okay, now I. I don't think she ever eats—lunch, that is. She's always in her office during the whole lunch hour. Tell her that you want to get some extra credit, that you want to be tutored by her—tell her that you'll do anything to up your grade. Tell her that I sent you."Ginger stared at her best friend, and Melissa smiled back at her...The next day Ginger went to Ms. Paley's office after the third period when the lunch hour had begun. She tapped on the door and an authoritarian-sounding voice rang out:. ” He stopped talking.She asked, “Your mother? What about her?”Cal looked at Maureen, “My mom’s dead; died when I was in the second grade.”Maureen looked back at the graves, “Do you remember much about your mother? When your father and mother divorced?”Before Cal could answer she added, “Don’t say anything if you don’t want to. I don’t mean to pry. Please don’t take it in the wrong way.”He touched her arm, “You’re not. I just remember she was young. I thought she was beautiful. She was a nurse. Look, I hate to ask, but, mind giving us a hand? There’s some kind of insurrection going on and we’ve got to catch them before they hurt anyone else.”“Uhh… I don’t know. Let me check on my neighbors, good friends of mine. If I can, I’ll find you when I’m done.”“Thanks,” he hollered as he ran off. I sighed and headed off elsewhere, unsure of what to do. But apparently, Roger wasn’t the only one that saw my little stunt.“Yo!” a boy probably a year older than me called, dropping down next to me..