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little visit to Mr. Morrow?”
“Right. I’m supposed to tell the Ouroboros Society that the guy I knew in my last life is now a famous billionaire delinquent? That should go over real well. They’ll think I’m crazier than hell. Why don’t I just tell them I’m best friends with Bill Gates, too?”
“Damn, Haven, don’t be so boneheaded. So you leave that part out. Just tell the Ouroboros Society that you might know someone in New York who could back up your story.”
“Okay, but even if that works, how d’you figure I’ll be able to hop on a plane to New York when Imogene’s got me under maximum surveillance? She’d have the cops all over me before I made it to Maryland.”
“Explain to me again why Imogene needs to be informed? Tell her we’re going camping for a couple of days. She’ll never know the difference. It’s not like you can’t afford a short trip to New York. I bet you’ve still got every cent we’ve ever made sitting in a vault in the First Citizen’s bank. And you know as well as I do that we’re set to make upward of five grand off the dresses this year. I’ll even loan you my half of the proceeds if you promise to give it a try.”
“Don’t even think about it. You need that money for college.”
When Beau sighed, Haven knew she’d successfully changed the subject. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pay for Vanderbilt.”
“Are you saying you might not go to college?”
“I’m saying that if I take classes at East Tennessee, I can drive back and forth every day and save on living expenses,” Beau explained. “And it’ll keep me out of trouble if I live at home a while longer. Look, we’re getting off topic here. We can talk about this later. In the meantime, you can borrow my dress money if you need it. So e-mail the reincarnation people already!”
Haven couldn’t come up with another excuse. “I’ll think about it,” she promised.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Haven was staring out the window when Miss Henderson brought the blinds down with a crash and the classroom went dark.
“I know it’s a gorgeous day outside, but you guys have to keep your eyes on me for the next fifteen minutes.”
Even after nine months on the job, the perky little brunette was still bursting with enthusiasm for English literature. Haven had seen her type before. Fresh out of UT Chattanooga and dying to make a difference. They didn’t last long.
Bradley Sutton raised a meaty paw. “No offense, Miss Henderson, but what’s the point? I mean, there’re only a few weeks left of school. Nothing we learn now’s gonna change anything.”
Bradley liked to brag that the only book he’d ever read was Green Eggs and Ham , and he wasn’t about to have some pansy play like Othello ruining his spotless record.
“For the right person, a few weeks can change everything ,” Miss Henderson snipped. She’d come to despise Bradley, who divided his time in class between causing trouble and ogling her chest. “So unless you want to spend this period in the principal’s office, I suggest you let the rest of us get back to work.”
The teacher swiveled and addressed the students on the other side of the aisle. “Iago sets out to ruin Othello’s life. He convinces Othello that his wife has been having an affair with Cassio, and he manipulates the other characters by playing on their weaknesses. But why? What’s his motivation?”
“Gay,” grunted Dewey Jones from the back of the room, and half the class tittered.
Miss Henderson barely blinked. “That is one theory. Some people have speculated that Iago’s actions are driven by homosexual jealousy. I’m not sure I buy that argument. The poet Samuel Coleridge once called Iago a ‘motiveless malignity.’ Anyone know what that means?”
The class was silent except for the sound of two dozen pencils doodling. Haven couldn’t bear the growing defeat on Miss Henderson’s face.
“It means that there was no reason for his actions. That
“Right. I’m supposed to tell the Ouroboros Society that the guy I knew in my last life is now a famous billionaire delinquent? That should go over real well. They’ll think I’m crazier than hell. Why don’t I just tell them I’m best friends with Bill Gates, too?”
“Damn, Haven, don’t be so boneheaded. So you leave that part out. Just tell the Ouroboros Society that you might know someone in New York who could back up your story.”
“Okay, but even if that works, how d’you figure I’ll be able to hop on a plane to New York when Imogene’s got me under maximum surveillance? She’d have the cops all over me before I made it to Maryland.”
“Explain to me again why Imogene needs to be informed? Tell her we’re going camping for a couple of days. She’ll never know the difference. It’s not like you can’t afford a short trip to New York. I bet you’ve still got every cent we’ve ever made sitting in a vault in the First Citizen’s bank. And you know as well as I do that we’re set to make upward of five grand off the dresses this year. I’ll even loan you my half of the proceeds if you promise to give it a try.”
“Don’t even think about it. You need that money for college.”
When Beau sighed, Haven knew she’d successfully changed the subject. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pay for Vanderbilt.”
“Are you saying you might not go to college?”
“I’m saying that if I take classes at East Tennessee, I can drive back and forth every day and save on living expenses,” Beau explained. “And it’ll keep me out of trouble if I live at home a while longer. Look, we’re getting off topic here. We can talk about this later. In the meantime, you can borrow my dress money if you need it. So e-mail the reincarnation people already!”
Haven couldn’t come up with another excuse. “I’ll think about it,” she promised.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Haven was staring out the window when Miss Henderson brought the blinds down with a crash and the classroom went dark.
“I know it’s a gorgeous day outside, but you guys have to keep your eyes on me for the next fifteen minutes.”
Even after nine months on the job, the perky little brunette was still bursting with enthusiasm for English literature. Haven had seen her type before. Fresh out of UT Chattanooga and dying to make a difference. They didn’t last long.
Bradley Sutton raised a meaty paw. “No offense, Miss Henderson, but what’s the point? I mean, there’re only a few weeks left of school. Nothing we learn now’s gonna change anything.”
Bradley liked to brag that the only book he’d ever read was Green Eggs and Ham , and he wasn’t about to have some pansy play like Othello ruining his spotless record.
“For the right person, a few weeks can change everything ,” Miss Henderson snipped. She’d come to despise Bradley, who divided his time in class between causing trouble and ogling her chest. “So unless you want to spend this period in the principal’s office, I suggest you let the rest of us get back to work.”
The teacher swiveled and addressed the students on the other side of the aisle. “Iago sets out to ruin Othello’s life. He convinces Othello that his wife has been having an affair with Cassio, and he manipulates the other characters by playing on their weaknesses. But why? What’s his motivation?”
“Gay,” grunted Dewey Jones from the back of the room, and half the class tittered.
Miss Henderson barely blinked. “That is one theory. Some people have speculated that Iago’s actions are driven by homosexual jealousy. I’m not sure I buy that argument. The poet Samuel Coleridge once called Iago a ‘motiveless malignity.’ Anyone know what that means?”
The class was silent except for the sound of two dozen pencils doodling. Haven couldn’t bear the growing defeat on Miss Henderson’s face.
“It means that there was no reason for his actions. That
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