“I know you!” a woman’s voice called from inside a silver Mercedes. The car rolled to a stop beside Kayla. The tinted windows rolled down. Kayla stopped to turn toward the vehicle at hearing the familiar voice. Kayla recognized the elderly lady on the passenger side of the vehicle and smiled.
“Principal Clay?” Kayla came up to the car tugging Liz along. “It’s been a while!”
“I know, it has—since you graduated a few years ago!” Clay smiled with a nod. “How’s everything going with you these days?”
“Tough.” Kayla laughed nervously.
“Work I presumed?” Clay asked. “Which reminds me, how’s that robotics business coming?”
“I don’t do that anymore.” Kayla hesitated.
“Why not?” Clay looked at her in surprise. “You were good at it!”
“Yeah, but it was a hobby I grew out of.” Kayla nodded. “Plu
