“Mr. Wallace? Do you have a moment?” Bella asked after knocking on the doorjamb.
“Certainly, Bella. Come right in. How was your Thanksgiving?” the headmaster asked as he motioned her to a chair.
“It was really nice,” she answered. “Sir, I know you’re busy, but I need to know if you’ve seen Tommy lately?”
“Not that I recall, not in the last couple of days anyway,” Wallace responded, frowning. “But then again, we have over 400 kids here right now.”
“Well, he missed our tutorial session yesterday and again today,” she explained. “He’s been doing so well, and he’s been so excited about them, that it surprises me that he’s missed them.”
The headmaster got up and moved over to a filing cabinet.
“Tommy Bennett, right?”
“Yes.”
He thumbed through, then extracted the boy’s file. Returning to
