So, yesterday, Joey said, “I might have to stay after school for the Talent Show tryouts.”
“Okay,” I said. “I can pick you up at 4 but be ready coz I am goin’ from one job to another. And, if you don’t stay, call me so I won’t have to rush.”
“Okay,” he said as he was getting out of my car. “Thanks. See ya Monday.”
“Today’s Friday. See ya this afternoon.”
“Okay,” he said and slammed the door shut.
I showed up at his school 3 minutes after 4. There were a few cars parked so I got out and checked the main entrance to the school. The doors were locked. I looked the rest of the exterior school over and found a cafeteria door open. The cafeteria doubles as an assembly hall complete with stage. A full set of drums, a p. a. system and some miscellaneous instruments were on that stage but nary a soul save this one was present.
So I roamed the halls and checked a couple of doors. All locked. And, then I remembered I told Joey I was going to check with his teacher about a field trip question. She was in her room. In front of her computer. Her back was to me so I startled her when I entered and said, “Hello.”
She said, “The last field trip Joey disappeared a couple of times. It was at a science rec-center so he was found both occasions in another room. He was okay but impulsive. This field trip is a singing competition and I was concerned it would be too much for him but I gave him a choice and, to my relief I have to say, he said he didn’t want to go.”
“He didn’t want to go,” I agreed. “That’s the first thing he told me right after he told me he wasn’t going.”
Then she told me about the progress made by this impulsive mess of a boy. Then she showed me pictures she took of him having fun at the fun field trip. Then she told me how much she liked him and she wasn’t lyin’. She liked Joey.
“Joey’s easy to like,” I said. “Contrary to what he thinks.”
One day, maybe…