“On…what? How did they even know? Suspect? Know?”
“I only know what I was told, Tucker. I received instructions, not much else.”
“Oh.” He was right when he’d assumed it was ordered from someone higher up. Apparently, school administrators took homosexuals in their midst as seriously in the 1960s as they had nuclear bombs in the 50s. Tucker felt like ducking and covering to hide. Maybe he would. Maybe he’d drop out.
“You’re young men, Tucker, not children. You, Chad, and Savannah’s brother—”
“Roy?”
“Yes.”
“Roy has nothing to do with this at all. Nor Chad. I’m the one with the books and—”
Mrs. C. stopped him with a hand on his arm. She smiled—a sad smile. “I wish things were different, Tucker. Someday they will be…I hope. You and Chad should keep your distance. It would seem you have
