The hall was empty and I could hear my footsteps echo in the silence. I started to get anxious inside and then stopped myself. I’d faced men with guns. I’d stared straight into the face of Nazi agents threatening to kill me. What was the worst this man could do? Yell at me? Well… he did have a strap, and I’d heard that he wasn’t afraid to use it. And he did always seem to be out in the schoolyard at recess watching people… in fact, a couple of times I’d thought he was watching me. I started to feel anxious again.
I stopped in front of the office and took a couple of deep breaths. I wanted to be calm, look calm, act calm, like I’d done nothing wrong. I opened the door… and saw jack sitting there.
“Jack, what did you do?"
“I guess I could ask you the same thing.” He looked over at the secretary. “Any idea?”
She barely looked up from her typewriter, shook her head slightly and kept typing, hardly missing a keystroke.