Chapter Eleven
I slowly bobbed my head and thanked her, and then asked if she knew anything else about Gayle.
“No,” she replied, shaking her head ruefully. “Not really. I know she use to go to church a lot. Tried to get my brother to come with her, but he was a little too rowdy for that,” she chuckled.
Outside the office, there was a sudden influx of students, chattering and laughing loudly, as they entered the building. The buses had begun to roll into the parking lot.
“I better get going,” I said.
Diane gave my hand a gentle squeeze, as I went to walk away, but then I stopped and turned back to her.
“So... What’s your general impression of her?” I asked.
Over the years, Diane and I had become something along the lines of work-friends. We hardly ever spoke outside of school, mostly
