Chapter 17Keller was back in school a week later. He was draped across a chair in Ms. Bedford’s office and scratching at some stubble that had grown along his sharp jawline.
“What’s this about, Carol? If you’re worried about my health, I’m all sewn up now. Should be fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please, Andreas. I doubt God herself could kill you if she wanted to.” She closed the folder on her desk. “I heard back from the courts about your sentencing.”
“Ah. They were upset I had to take a week off to ‘convalesce’?”
“On the contrary. You haven’t had any disciplinary reports filed at school, your grades have gone up considerably, and you received a glowing review from your peer mentor.” She smiled. “Though I left out your mentor’s soliloquy on how ruggedly handsome you are and how keeping
