“So, what questions do you have for us?”
He was floored by the question. He was sitting at a table in the back room of the main office across from Mrs. Megan and the head of the school, a mid-40s woman named Jeannie. She was dressed like she’d just come from barre class, which admittedly had him a little thrown off.
I was expecting a pantsuit, or at least formal dress. They’re messing with my mind here.
He hadn’t prepared any questions; honestly, he’d been expecting...