Quinn went to school with the plan of staying only a couple of hours. Part of her regretted taking on Shari’s problems.
It added another complication to her life. She was juggling too many things. Too many balls in the air at once. Her normal locked-tight control had slipped.
Other people wheedled in, tossing extra balls at her. She intended to drop some of those balls today.
After working with Shari, Quinn planned to meet with Carlson. He’d given the job she wanted to Shari Ackerman and now she wanted him to know how upset it made her. Diplomatically, of course. She wouldn’t risk her job.
Three hours later, frustration still sang through her blood. Shari wasn’t good at thinking on her feet with these kids. Dumping an ill-suited lesson plan terrified her. It took Quinn thirty minutes t
