“Yeah,” Svetlana chocked out a giggle too, “rumours are still flying around about how he was flapping his gums about school shootings when Anderson walked in and shot him. And boy you looked pale when you saw him in Pasquale’s garbage bin.”
“Garbage bin?”
“That place ain’t an office, it’s a dump where students’ souls go to die.”
“Shouldn’t that be a cemetery?” Jennifer interjected.
“In a way, yeah,” Sveta was pensive, “but he looks down on us like we are trash so it’s a dump.”
And so it was a dump. The old office had been very nice compared to the new one. Anderson had completely obliterated the old one though, in a fury of bullets I couldn’t help but wonder if he had intentionally tried to kill Mr. Pasquale even though he had escaped physically unharmed. There was no evidence of Ande
