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Holt at odds. I want to break up the buddy system they’ve established between one another. If I can put doubt in Porter’s mind that she’ll be dead flying with Holt, then she may start grading him lower.”
Jack patted her arm and stood up, coming around the chair and pinning Melody against him. She felt good in his arms, and he felt that familiar, burning feeling in his lower body, wanting her, needing her. “Yeah, tomorrow ought to be a banner day. I can bug Merrill about his no-show wife, and get Porter thinking about Holt in a different light. I can hardly wait.”
Melody nodded and rested her head against his shoulder. “There’s one more thing we need to discuss, darling.”
“What’s that?”
Hesitating fractionally, Melody said, “Scotty. I got a call from Miss Roberts today.”
Groaning, Jack pulled away from her. “What now?”
“Jack, Scotty won’t or can’t sit still in class. He’s being totally disruptive. You know how he is around here—in constant motion. Ever since he was born, he’s been on the move.”
“Well, dammit, there’s nothing wrong with it. Scotty will be a star athlete when he grows a little more. He’s in Little League this year. That ought to take the edge off him.”
Risking his temper, Melody added, “Jack, our son had this problem last year, and it seems to be worse this year, from what I can tell. Miss Roberts apparently hasn’t looked at his personnel file at school yet.”
“There had better not be anything incriminating in Scotty’s file. We paid plenty of money last year to have those reports destroyed. If she files a report, Melody, it won’t look good for my fitness report if it gets out and around base. If Colonel Yale or General Dalton get ahold of that kind of damaging information, I’m in big trouble. The kid has got to straighten out!”
Upset, Melody moved away from her husband and went to sit down. Automatically, she checked down the hall to make sure Scotty’s door was closed. It was. “Jack, keep your voice down. This is our problem and we’ve got to solve it.”
“Who’d you talk to last year when that damn Linda Yarnell blew the whistle on Scotty?”
“I talked to Brad Jamison, the assistant principal.”
“What did he want to destroy those reports?”
“Money, of course.”
“Get him on the horn. Tell him to get to Roberts and tell her to knock it off.”
“He’ll want more this time, Jack.”
“So, give it to him! Money is something we don’t have to worry about. But money can’t buy my test pilot career. You give Jamison what he wants.”
“Jack,” Melody protested, “I really think we ought to get Scotty to a doctor in Los Angeles and have him tested.”
He resisted the plea. “Dammit, Melody, you’ve been on me about this for over a year.”
“Yes, because Scotty isn’t normal for his age.” She saw his eyes narrow with fury. “And don’t go getting angry with me, Jack. It’s not my fault.”
“Scotty was born premature. Could that be it?”
“Possibly.” She rubbed her brow in thought. “Part of my degree in psychology was with dysfunctional and behavioral problems involving children, Jack. I really think Scotty is hyperactive.”
He snorted. “We’ve been over this before. I’m not going to have my son on some drug that dulls him to the point of behaving like a mental retard! Dammit, Scotty is bright and intelligent, Melody! There’s nothing wrong with him! It’s these lazy-assed teachers who don’t want to babysit them like they should who are at fault.”
Rising, she said nothing. Jack followed her down the hall toward their bedroom.
“You’ll call Jamison in the morning?” he demanded tightly.
“Yes, I’ll call him.”
5
The first voice Holt heard when he swung in the doors of Operations Tuesday morning was that of Jack Stang.
“Hey, Merrill, my wife said Becky wasn’t at the NASA luncheon yesterday. How come?”
Frowning, Holt took off his garrison cap and tucked it
Jack patted her arm and stood up, coming around the chair and pinning Melody against him. She felt good in his arms, and he felt that familiar, burning feeling in his lower body, wanting her, needing her. “Yeah, tomorrow ought to be a banner day. I can bug Merrill about his no-show wife, and get Porter thinking about Holt in a different light. I can hardly wait.”
Melody nodded and rested her head against his shoulder. “There’s one more thing we need to discuss, darling.”
“What’s that?”
Hesitating fractionally, Melody said, “Scotty. I got a call from Miss Roberts today.”
Groaning, Jack pulled away from her. “What now?”
“Jack, Scotty won’t or can’t sit still in class. He’s being totally disruptive. You know how he is around here—in constant motion. Ever since he was born, he’s been on the move.”
“Well, dammit, there’s nothing wrong with it. Scotty will be a star athlete when he grows a little more. He’s in Little League this year. That ought to take the edge off him.”
Risking his temper, Melody added, “Jack, our son had this problem last year, and it seems to be worse this year, from what I can tell. Miss Roberts apparently hasn’t looked at his personnel file at school yet.”
“There had better not be anything incriminating in Scotty’s file. We paid plenty of money last year to have those reports destroyed. If she files a report, Melody, it won’t look good for my fitness report if it gets out and around base. If Colonel Yale or General Dalton get ahold of that kind of damaging information, I’m in big trouble. The kid has got to straighten out!”
Upset, Melody moved away from her husband and went to sit down. Automatically, she checked down the hall to make sure Scotty’s door was closed. It was. “Jack, keep your voice down. This is our problem and we’ve got to solve it.”
“Who’d you talk to last year when that damn Linda Yarnell blew the whistle on Scotty?”
“I talked to Brad Jamison, the assistant principal.”
“What did he want to destroy those reports?”
“Money, of course.”
“Get him on the horn. Tell him to get to Roberts and tell her to knock it off.”
“He’ll want more this time, Jack.”
“So, give it to him! Money is something we don’t have to worry about. But money can’t buy my test pilot career. You give Jamison what he wants.”
“Jack,” Melody protested, “I really think we ought to get Scotty to a doctor in Los Angeles and have him tested.”
He resisted the plea. “Dammit, Melody, you’ve been on me about this for over a year.”
“Yes, because Scotty isn’t normal for his age.” She saw his eyes narrow with fury. “And don’t go getting angry with me, Jack. It’s not my fault.”
“Scotty was born premature. Could that be it?”
“Possibly.” She rubbed her brow in thought. “Part of my degree in psychology was with dysfunctional and behavioral problems involving children, Jack. I really think Scotty is hyperactive.”
He snorted. “We’ve been over this before. I’m not going to have my son on some drug that dulls him to the point of behaving like a mental retard! Dammit, Scotty is bright and intelligent, Melody! There’s nothing wrong with him! It’s these lazy-assed teachers who don’t want to babysit them like they should who are at fault.”
Rising, she said nothing. Jack followed her down the hall toward their bedroom.
“You’ll call Jamison in the morning?” he demanded tightly.
“Yes, I’ll call him.”
5
The first voice Holt heard when he swung in the doors of Operations Tuesday morning was that of Jack Stang.
“Hey, Merrill, my wife said Becky wasn’t at the NASA luncheon yesterday. How come?”
Frowning, Holt took off his garrison cap and tucked it
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