Chapter 10Mr. Sumter’s monotone voice had me asleep in the back of the room in Economics class the next day. We were preparing for final exams, and I was one of the few students who were preoccupied with anything other than the laws of supply and demand.
Saved by the bell, I raised my head to the reverberating clatter, and gathered the books I had never opened.
Mr. Sumter’s smoker’s voice bellowed from behind his desk. “Some of you should sign up for a tutor in the Main Office. You’re going to need it.”
It was a warning that some of us were failing and needed help, and I thought Mr. Sumter was talking directly to me when I turned and looked over my shoulder in his direction. His big, buggy eyes, jaundiced skin and thinning head of white hair reminded me of my deceased Grams.
I kept wal
