Dear Friends,
It’s one of those times when there is a feeling like, “Something is missing.” I’m not sure what it is, so I’m just going to assume it is the batteries. I’ll need to get some batteries today to keep the engines running a little longer.
Maybe I should consider reacquainting myself with a little caffeine from time to time. Not ten cups a day or anything, but an occasional cup of coffee might be nice. I’m very susceptible to caffeine, though. It gets me and I get it. I was once so addicted to caffeine that if I didn’t have a Pepsi by about 11am, I would get a headache.
No, we’re not going back down that path.
The countdown to winter break begins today. 19 school days before getting 11 days of vacation. They should go reasonably quickly, too. There is a lot of activity during the next few weeks with testing and such, so it will still seem like we have a lot going on.
Today is my last day with my best student, I think. I need to do something special for her. I’m not sure what I can do, but she deserves a big thank you today and I will make sure she gets it. What do you do for someone who has been the heart and soul of your class?
*****
“Friday, I swear, when I walked out onto McCadden I was… I was….” Dirk Crandall stuttered like he was doing a Mel Tillis impersonation.
“You were what?” Friday asked.
“Scared,” he finally managed to say.
“What was that place, anyway?” Friday asked.
“I don’t know. I think maybe it was one of Dante’s levels of hell,” Dirk said.
“You’ve never even read that book,” Melanie chimed in. “What do you know about Dante?”
“I know there was like eight levels of Hell or something like that and I’m pretty sure that restaurant, if you can really call it that, was one of them,” Dirk sounded a bit hurt by Melanie’s barb.
“You’re such a poser,” Melanie continued.
“Forget about that,” Friday barked. “What did you mean when you said that you thought Vince and Bobby killed Jennifer?”
“It was the way they were talking about her. I don’t know. They seemed so, I don’t know, blasé about it. Vince was like, ‘Well, you know, Jennifer’s dead and we need a replacement. You’re friends with Friday Vermillion, right?’ And then he went into how you could never know about Jennifer and how would I feel about setting up a meeting,” Dirk spouted.
“I don’t understand,” Friday said meekly.
“Neither do I, kiddo.”
Dirk only said “kiddo” when he wanted something, Friday thought. What did he want now? Forgiveness? Maybe.
Melanie seemed to be catching a second wind.
“Vince and Bobby didn’t kill Jennifer. She killed herself,” Melanie said.
“What are you talking about?” Friday asked.
“Vince was going to fire her. He told me. He told me all of it. She was horrible on the set and couldn’t act. He told me how Aidan couldn’t stand her,” Melanie had a petulant tone in her voice.
“But that doesn’t make sense, Mel. Aidan told me how much he liked working with her,” Friday countered. “Everybody seemed to love her.”
The three friends continued to go back and forth about who Jennifer Dunkirk was and how she died for another few minutes before Dirk finally said:
“Vince and Bobby killed Jennifer because she found out about the bet.”
*****
See you tomorrow.
Don't do it.
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