“So, Kate…so…you like Mr. Clark, right?”
Kate was jolted out of her thoughts. “Hmm? What?”
Stacy was staring at her. It was obvious Kate had been gazing at the photo for a few seconds. “Mr. Clark. He says you went to school together.”
“He does? Yes, we did. A long time ago.”
Stacy turned back to the table and began organizing her notes. “What was he like? Back then, I mean?”
Kate laced her fingers together, thinking. “Well, let"s see. He was tall and skinny and wore glasses. Some of the boys called him "Peter Clarker"—you know, like Spiderman?”
Stacy giggled.
“And, umm…oh yeah—he was into rockets back then, too.”
“Really?”
Kate nodded, then whispered. “Almost burned down his treehouse once.”
That got a wide-eyed, open-mouthed smile. Stacy seemed to remember something. “Oh, yeah—o
