CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Their feet race down the stairs and I hear the door close behind them. It's very quiet now. All the students must be somewhere else at this time of day. I walk over to where the photo of Bobby Mason and the blonde is mounted and I pull the thumb tacks. Young Mr. Mason is truly handsome. I can see how he’s a lady killer. It's the other kind of killer I'm worried about. The smile in the photo is charming, but it seems like there is something hidden behind the eyes. The eyes give me an almost sinister feeling. I stroll over to the clean desk that belongs to Bobby, pick up the telegram, and read it.
"Bobby (stop) Come home at once (stop) Your father is very ill (stop) Advise as to what time you will arrive (stop) Love, Mother."
The telegram was sent the day before Williams
