so I want to find out for myself. My dad talks about this kind of stuff all the time. Sometimes he gets really, really angry about it and when he talks to me I want to understand why he’s so angry. He thinks it’s really, really important.”
“Do the books help you understand him?”
“Sometimes. But some of the books don’t agree with his ideas. Some mostly agree, but not with all his ideas and if I ask him about it, he tells me they are propaganda. So it’s confusing. How do you know which books are right and which are propaganda? How do you know what is right or wrong?”
Her heart went out to him. Brian was a logical kid, and she could see him having trouble accepting radical opinions. “That’s a pretty complicated thing to figure out, Brian. Different people have their own ideas on almost every topic. With things that are hard to prove, like talking about something that’s secret, it can be hard to know the truth, simply because some of the facts are secret. When you read a book, the rule I use is that when the writer says things, claims they are true, but doesn’t explain why it’s true, then doesn’t let you see their reasoning, when they won’t discuss the ideas, that’s usually propaganda. Discussion is important, because even scientists will disagree about what’s true or false.”
“Do the scientists get angry with each other?”
She laughed. “I imagine some do. It isn’t usually helpful. It’s better to talk things through.”
“I wish I understood my dad. If I try to get him to explain things, he just repeats the same thing that’s in the books. That doesn’t help.”
Melanie had zero interest in politics, but the hope she saw on his face was compelling. “I can see that. Why not ask him to loan you the books that he thinks tell the truth? After you read them, you and I can discuss anything that doesn’t make sense to you.”
He grinned. “You’d do that?”
“Sure. I might learn something too. I don’t know much about any of this.”
Brian got up, looking relieved. “Thanks. Well, I guess I better get home. My dad said we could order pizza tonight.”
“I see. I have my work to do too.”
Brian started to go, then stopped. “Do you like Carly’s Uncle Greg?”
“Like him?”
“I saw you talking with him.”
“Yes. He seems rather nice and Carly likes him. That’s a good recommendation.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I saw the way he looked at you, and I think he likes you a lot.”
“You do?” She was used to the kids teasing her about men, but this struck close to home. She’d noticed he was polite, but if was looking at her in a way that Brian noticed… “So what do you think of him?”
“I think he’s a little scary.” The boy said that with admiration. “I also think he’s also really cool. I wish I could ride on that bike.”
She laughed again. “Brian, I think you nailed it—you and I can agree that he’s a little scary but cool.”
And very sexy. She’d noticed him, but it said something about her that it took a twelve-year-old to point out to her that the man had been checking her out too.
Brian gathered up his things and she watched him head home. His explanation of his father’s issues concerned her. He was an extremist of some sort and obviously didn’t trust the government. That would explain why he didn’t make it to the parent-teacher conference or do anything else with the school. He didn’t approve of their agenda.
Eventually she would find out what was going on. Then maybe she’d be able to help the boy.
Maybe she’d even figure out how to help herself.
CHAPTER TWO
As they pulled away from the school with his beloved motorcycle throbbing between his legs, he let himself think of this teacher of Carly’s. Miss Melanie Wilford. Carly had told him she was good looking, and the girl was unfailingly honest, even blunt, but seeing her had still surprised him. Probably he carried old stereotypes of what a teacher