"Still, a decision that will have such a strong effect on your future
shouldn't be made in haste." Michael heard Mrs. Koda say, snapping his
attention back to her. "And since if anyone is the offended party in this
matter, it's myself, or am I wrong in concluding that I'm the subject of
these images?"
Michael shook his head no.
"Well then, as the offended party it's up to me to decide what action
should be taken," She concluded. "I've decided to sleep on it over the
weekend and come to a decision by Monday."
With a loud bang, she slammed the book shut.
"You may go." She said. "I'll see you Monday morning."
Michael was on his feet in a flash and headed for the door, his hands
still shaking. He was about to disappear down the hall when Mrs. Koda
called after him with a final question.
"Can I assume that no one else has seen the contents of this book? She
asked.
"No, Ma'am. I mean, Yes, Ma'am. No one ever sees that book but me." He
answered quickly.
"Good, very good!" Arlene said, a smile on her face.
With that, Michael turned and ran down the stairs and out of the
building as fast as he could.
Michael slept very little Friday night and was listless all day
Saturday. He felt like a condemned convict, waiting for the ax to fall.
Better if Mrs. Koda had simply decided yesterday, at least he wouldn't
have to suffer through this terrible waiting. Then he reminded himself
that as long as she hadn't rendered her decision, there was still a chance
he could find a way out of this mess. It had barely been twenty-four hours
and he was already a nervous wreck. What would he be like by Monday
morning?
All afternoon he ran errands, trying to keep his mind off the impending
decision. His Mother had commented on his sudden moodiness, but his father
had told her not to worry about it. The boy probably has a girl on his
mind. Little did his father know how true that was.
Getting home about 6:30, Michael sat down to a late supper with his
family. He wasn't really hungry, but skipping it would cause too many
questions. He wasn't really paying any attention to the table talk until
his Mother remarked that one of his teachers had called today.
"One of my teachers called?" Michael asked as his eyes lit up. "Which
one?"
"Well I didn't take the call, Cindy did." His Mother replied.
"Who called?" He asked his little sister.
"Mrs. Kodak or something like that" She replied, still stuffing her
face with stuffing.
"Koda?" Mike asked.
"Yeh, that was it." The twelve year old said. "She said something about
some book she found in school that belonged to you."
"What exactly did she say?" Michael questioned his sister, his face
turning cold and pale.
"Just that she found some book of yours and that if you wanted to pick
it up you could stop over her house and get it."
"Anything else?"
"Just that her husband and her were going out at 07:30 and it would have
to be before then."
"07:30!" Michael exclaimed as he looked up at the kitchen clock, it was
already 5 after. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"So I forgot," Cindy replied. "Big deal, you'll get it tomorrow. I
left the address over on the bulletin board."
Michael jumped up from the table and quickly found the note pinned to
the corkboard. It was an address in the Pinedale section. That was at
least a twenty minute drive.
"Dad, can I borrow the car?" He asked his father as he reached for the
spare keys in the hook below the board. "I might still be able to catch
them."
"I can't see whats all so important that you need to rush over there?"
His father said as he too noted the time.
"Its my sketch book..." Michael began to say.
"No wonder you've been so depressed." His Mother interrupted.
"John...." She said as she turned to her husband.
"All right, " John Rossi gave in. "But I don't want you speeding over
there. I know that book is important to you but it's not worth getting
into an accident for."
"Thanks Dad!" Michael exclaimed as he bolted out the kitchen door.
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