my career back on track. I can help my aunt, too.â
âAre you sure you can handle a total lifestyle change? Small towns donât seem like your thing anymore. Caring for an elderly aunt wonât be easy either.â
âI can handle Aunt Ruth,â Addison said, straightening her shoulders. âI need to do this, and she needs me.â
Sydney studied her face for a beat and then gave a reluctant smile. âI can tell youâre determined. I just hope you know what youâre getting into.â
âItâs only a few months,â Addison said. âWhat could happen?â
Chapter Two
âPrincipal Thomas, I demand you do something.â
Ethan Thomas stopped, hand on the door of his SUV. Great. Mrs. Turney⦠again. If heâd only left a few minutes earlier. If not for a clogged toilet in the boysâ bathroom, he wouldâve already been on his way to pick up his sons. Which wasnât surprising. There seemed to be a series of clogged toilets disrupting his life lately⦠or maybe not just lately.
Ethan could pretend he hadnât heard the dictatorial voice. Simply jump in his car and escape. But as principal of Covington Falls High, he had a duty to stay and face the music.
Duty could be a real pain in the...
Fixing a smile on his face, he turned. A tall, middle-aged woman stood a few feet away, and she was definitely suited up for battle. Blond hair slicked back in some kind of elegant knot, perfectly matched sweater set, pearl necklace, and a perpetual scowl.
âMrs. Turney,â he said.
Ethan knew every one of his studentsâ parents. It was his business to know. However, some parents stood out from the crowd more than others. Mrs. Turney claimed top honors.
âWhat can I do for you?â he asked, as if he didnât already know. After countless phone calls and a face-to-face ambush â two counting today â there could be no doubt as to what she wanted.
âI understand you still havenât found anyone to direct the spring musical,â she said, crossing her arms and regarding him as a queen might when deciding if her poor subject should be beheaded.
âWeâre working on it.â
âYouâve known your drama teacher will be in China sorting out the adoption of her baby for several weeks. I donât understand whatâs taking so long.â
âWeâre looking for a replacement, but these things take time,â Ethan said, willing himself to remain calm.
He loved his job for the most part. Loved the kids and the sense of making a difference in their lives. Then there were these days. Raw-sewage-backing-up-into-your-life kind of days. Heâd been trying to shovel the mess over the spring musical ever since Mrs. Vanderlin had made her announcement.
âWeâre running out of time,â Mrs. Turney said. âThis is my Lisaâs senior year. There must be a show. Her future depends on it.â
He opened the door. âDonât worry. There will be a show.â
âNeed I remind you how important the spring musical is to our community?â Mrs. Turney asked. âIf youâre not going to take this issue seriously, I will have no choice but to go to the school board.â
If he had a dollar for every time a parent threatened to go over his head, heâd be a rich man. They rarely carried through. Generally, because he did take care of most problems. Being the star quarterback whoâd taken Covington Falls High to the state championship and won didnât hurt either.
Championships tended to give a guy hero-status for life, and if he occasionally used such a status for the greater good who could blame him?
âIf you must,â he said. âHowever, I assure you I am well aware of Covington Fallsâ history regarding the spring musical and I will find someone, even if I have to direct the show myself.â
Mrs. Turney allowed a small, satisfied smile.