conference table was watching her and waiting for some sort of decision, but they could damn well wait a little longer. She had to get warm first, had to get the feeling back in her frostbitten bare feet, which were now swaddled in a towel under the table. The sweatsuit smelled like perspiration and stale perfume. It smelled like its owner, chubby Miss Boodles, the gym teacher, and it was stretched and saggy around the hips. Fern suppressed a shudder and focused on the five people sitting around the conference table. In two hours, she was scheduled to meet with the district superintendent of schools, and she had to present him with a new plan of action. For that, she needed guidance from her staff.
In the room with her now was the vice principal, two teachers, the school guidance counselor, and the district psychologist, Dr. Lieberman. Lieberman was the only man in the room, and he’d assumed that superior attitude that men often adopt when they’re the lone rooster among hens.
The freshmen English teacher said, “I think it’s time to clamp down harder. Be draconian. If it takes armed guards in the hallways and permanent expulsion of troublemakers, then that’s what we do.”
“That’s not the approach I would take,” said Dr. Lieberman, adding with a noted lack of humility, “in my humble opinion.”
“We’ve tried intensive counseling,” said Fern. “We’ve tried conflict resolution classes. We’ve tried suspension, detention, and pleading. We’ve even taken desserts off the menu to cut down on their sugar. These kids are out of control, and I don’t know whose fault it is. I do know that my staff is wrung out, and I’m ready to call in the cavalry.” She glanced at the vice principal. “Where’s Chief Kelly? Isn’t he joining us?”
“I left a message with the dispatcher. Chief Kelly’s been delayed this morning.”
“Must be those late-night vehicle inspections,” Mrs. Lubec wisecracked.
Fern looked at her. “What?”
“I heard it over at Monaghan’s. The Dinosaurs were all talking about it.”
“What did they say?” Fern’s question came out more sharply than she’d intended.
She fought to regain her composure, to keep the flush from rising to her cheeks.
“Oh, Chief Kelly and that Dr. Elliot were really steaming up the car windows last night. I mean, it’s not like the poor man doesn’t deserve a break, after all these years Mrs. Lubec’s voice trailed off as she saw Fern’s thunderstruck face.
“Look, can we get back to the problem at hand?” cut in Lieberman.
“Yes. By all means,” whispered Fern. It’s only gossip. Lincoln defends the woman in public, and the next thing you know, the town thinks they’re sleeping together. Just a few months ago, Fern herself had been the rumored woman in his life. More false gossip, based on the long hours they’d worked together on the student DARE project. She forced the subject of Claire Elliot out of her mind, and focused her irritation on Lieberman, who was trying to wrest control of her meeting.
“Brute authority doesn’t work well with this age group,” he was saying. “We’re talking about a stage of development where authority is precisely what they rebel against. Clamping down on these kids- asserting your power-doesn’t give them the right message.”
“I’m beyond caring what message I give these kids,” said Fern. “My responsibility is to keep them from killing each other.”
“Then threaten them with the loss of something that matters to them. Sports, class trips. What about that dance you had on the schedule? That’s a pretty major social event for them, isn’t it?”
“We’ve canceled the harvest dance twice already,” said Fern. “The first time because of Mrs. Horatio, the second time because of all these fights.”
“But don’t you see, it’s something positive you can hold out to them. A carrot for good behavior. I wouldn’t cancel it. What other incentives do they have?”
“How about the threat of death?” muttered the English teacher. “Positive reinforcement,” said Lieberman. “That’s the mantra we have to keep in mind.
Positive. Positive.”
“The dance could be a disaster,” said Fern. “Two hundred kids in a crowded gym.
All it takes is one fistfight, and we’d end up with-a screaming mob.”
“Then you weed out the troublemakers ahead of time. That’s what I mean by positive reinforcement. Any kid steps one inch out of line, they don’t get to go.” He paused. “Those two boys today-the ones who got in the fight.”
“Noah Effiot and J.D. Reid.”
“Start off by making examples of them?’
“I’ve suspended them for the rest of the week,” said Fern. “Their parents are coming to pick them up now.”
“If I were you, I’d make it clear to the whole school that those boys won’t be allowed into the dance, and neither will any other troublemakers. Turn them into poster boys for what not to do.”
In the prolonged silence, everyone looked to Fern for a decision. She was tired of being the one in charge, the one who got blamed when things went wrong. Now here was this Ph.D. Lieberman, telling her exactly what to do, and she almost welcomed the chance to defer to his judgment. To pass the responsibility to someone else.
“All right. The dance is back on the schedule,” she said.
There was a knock on the door. Fern’s pulse quickened as Lincoln Kelly stepped into the room. He was out of uniform today, dressed in jeans and his old hunting jacket, and he brought with him the scent of winter, the sparkle of snowflakes on his hair. He looked tired, but fatigue only emphasized his appeal. It made her think, as she had so many times before: You need a good woman to take care of you.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said. “I got back into town a few minutes ago.”
“We’re just finishing up the meeting,” said Fern. “But you and I need to talk, if you have the time right now.” She stood up, and instantly felt embarrassed when she saw him glance in surprise at her shabby attire. “I had to break up another fight, and ended up getting shoved to the ground,” she explained. She tugged on the sweatshirt. “Emergency change of clothes. Not exactly my most flattering color.”
“You weren’t hurt, were you?”
“No. Although it is painful to ruin a good pair of Italian shoes.”
He smiled, an affirmation that despite her bedraggled appearance, she could still project both charm and wit, and that this man appreciated it.
“I’ll wait for you in the other office,” he said, and stepped out again.
She could not just walk out of the room and join him. First she had to make the necessary graceful exit. By the time she’d successfully disengaged herself, it was five minutes later, and Lincoln was no longer alone in the outer office.
Claire Elliot was with him.
The two of them didn’t seem to notice Fern as she came out of the conference room; their attention was focused so completely on each other. They didn’t touch, but Fern saw, in Lincoln’s face, a vibrant intensity she’d never seen before. It was as if he’d suddenly awakened after a long hibernation to rejoin the living.
The pain she felt at that instant was almost physical. She took a step toward them, but found she had nothing to say. What is it he sees in you that he never saw in me? she wondered, looking at Claire. All these years she had watched Lincoln’s marriage deteriorate, had thought that in the end, time would be her ally. Doreen would fade from the picture and Fern would step into the void.
Instead here was this outsider, such an ordinary-looking woman in her snow boots and brown turtleneck, moving straight to the head of the line. You don’t fit in here, thought Fern spitefully as Claire turned to face her. You’ve never fit in.
“Mary Delahanty called me,” said Claire. “I understand Noah was in another fight.“
“Your son’s been suspended,” said Fern, pulling no punches. If anything, she felt the urge to inflict damage on this woman, and she was glad to see Claire flinch.
“What happened?”
“He got into a fight over a girl. Apparently Noah’s been playing fast) and easy with his hands, and the girl’s brother stepped in to protect his sister.”
“I have trouble believing this. My son’s never mentioned any girl-”
“It’s not easy for kids to communicate these days, when parents are so busy with their jobs.” Fern had wanted to hurt Claire Elliot, and it was obvious she had, because a guilty flush appeared on Claire’s cheeks. Fern had
