September 19
The alarm bells went off in Jeanne’s mind. This had to be it, she thought. “Don’t say!” she hissed. “It’s a trick!”
“Miss LaFayette?” Mr. Walsh said. Jeanne turned deep red. “Am I to assume that you don’t believe me?”
She stood. “Yes, sir,” she said. “I mean, all we have now is your word, and you’ve just said that you’ve been lying to us. We don’t have any proof that you’re not going to go tell Deacon’s dad.”
The teacher seemed to study her for a moment, then smiled. “You’re absolutely right,” he said. “You don’t have any reason to believe me, at all. Very good thinking. But, you’re just a little wrong there.” There were some chuckles, but Mr. Walsh scowled. “Don’t laugh. What if she had been right, and didn’t say so? I can guarantee you now that Deacon is in the worst trouble he’s ever been in. If she was right, and you all did tell me who set this up, Deacon’s father would have found out. And whoever you lauded as a hero today, would be a martyr tomorrow. Everything you did would have been for nothing. So, points for thinking, Jeanne, but you’re over-thinking this. Allow me to prove it. Would you please come up here?”
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