Chapter 8AND WITH THAT, Monday ended, at least for his students. As the room emptied, he called Linda. Pleased that Ashley had drafted another list, she said, “Good to have his brain on this, too. We can compare notes.” He grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door. Ashley left his classroom and looked down the hall at Fritz. Then his glance drifted further. George hustled toward them.
“Wait, Fritz. Wait, Ashley. I want to talk to you.”
“Oh, boy,” Ashley muttered. “Trying to get out, George. What do you need?”
“Let's go in here,” George said, motioning to Fritz's empty classroom. “Lois and I discussed last night's exercise, and she wondered if we might have wounded and dead coming through. I don't like that.”
Fritz put his hand on George's shoulder and looked straight into his eyes.
