Her shoulder felt better by the evening, when she met with a much-depleted senior cast for play rehearsal. She was losing some of her students to basketball practice tonight. Basketball practice and rehearsal times didn’t usually conflict—she had tried to avoid that—but the hotly contested Junior-Senior game was coming soon. Miss Jenkins, true to her single-minded nature, had decided that additional practices were needed for the players. Ever protective of her girls, she had even used her own money for new gymnasium attire, as the old uniforms had been mended until they were threadbare. President Richter had refused to provide school funds for the purpose. “As tight-fisted as they come,” Miss Jenkins had complained, to anyone who would listen. It was pointless to remind her that the
