Two days left of school, and Tuesday was just a half-day.Baseball was done, at least school baseball. There was still Babe Ruth League to look forward...to. The team had done pretty good. We went twelve and one, losing our last game because the damn shortstop, who shall remain nameless, bobbled the ball in extra innings and let the runner from Wingate score.Mr. Hallowell turned out to be a pretty good student. He listened when I explained why I did certain things and asked questions when he. I threw my phone to the passenger seat and started my car, the whole journey home I could not stop thinking about how hot it was going to be to see my wife performing for us. - The guys arrived around seven knowing nothing of what I had planned other than that there was going to be a surprise. We all went upstairs to the living room to spend our evening drinking and playing poker. We each chucked in £50 in a winner takes all tournament, it was then that I thought I’d introduce our waitress for. .. talk her out of it ... what's wrong with you?' It wasn't an outcome that Meg wasn't aware of. She knew the school nurse was a long shot but it was the only face-saving option she had been able to come up with. She really felt she had to see this through. 'If it doesn't work I won't be any worse off' the senior student concluded, 'and maybe I'll get lucky and it'll be something simple that ya can treat with over the counter stuff.'For the first time since she'd entered the office the girl. ..”It's ok Mrs. Lacie.”I fall back onto my haunches, both knees on the floor, resting my shoes on the balls of my feet. Don’t tell me it’s ok!“But God, look what I was doing to you! Was I…God, was I getting you worked up??”Same smile…but now you’re red. I can see it. It’s the reddest I’ve ever seen you, oh my God, you were getting worked up! But just like before, you look up at me from under your bangs, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Lacie,” is all you say.I rise up to my knees in front of you, looking right.