At the front of the gym, Principal Lombardi had walked onto the stage and was standing at the microphone.
He was sixty-one years old, bald, and wearing a navy suit that had been too tight on him for ten years.
He looked at me.
Then he looked at Skylar.
"Before we continue the celebration," he said, "there's something important I need to say."
He cleared his throat.
"I'd like to tell you what Stan Faulkner did every Friday."
PART 2
A woman's laugh cut through the quiet.
"Tom?" she called. "Tom, what exactly are we doing?"
Millicent Rosenthal came out from behind the refreshment table in a navy silk gown.
A Hermès Birkin hung from her forearm.
A Cartier bracelet flashed at her wrist each time she lifted a hand to smooth her hair.
Her husband Wendall trailed after her, a gold Rolex Submariner shining on his cuff.
She was president of the Stonebridge school board.
