THE OVERCAST HADN"T changed. I asked Natalie if the weather forecast had improved. When she said scattered storms were in sight and the predictions for clearing made hanging around the school a likely waste of time, but we couldn"t afford to miss them. Today would be the last chance with Eric here. We arrived at the school as we had planned. Sitting on the curb, in animated conversation, Nicole and Rachel waved to the approaching cars.
THE OVERCAST HADN"T“Hi, Mr. President,” they said in unison, as we crossed the lot. When they saw me, they ran up to me. Or so I thought. “Hi, Jane,” they said. They had another party for their chatter, and they ignored me, walking with Jane, captive between them. They joined us as we entered the school.
George elbowed me. “Looks like we don"t count anymor
