CHAPTER 24
Jennifer hadn’t seen Mr. Green in a while. It had been a full two years since she was a student in his science class. He seemed different now. But maybe that was because she was looking at him through the tears she was desperately trying to blink away.
“So,” Mr. Green said as he put his car into gear. “I’m not going to ask what you were doing, but if you wanted someone to talk to about it, I’m all ears.” He had a sign for some old band dangling from his rearview mirror. Back in middle school, Jennifer and her friends had spent hours speculating on the rumors that Mr. Green did drugs every night, that he’d been in a rock band in college, that he kept a shrine to the Grateful Dead in his attic. When Kylee’s older brother told the girls that Mr. Green was suspected to have dated
