Grandfather caught the woman’s eye. “You are being very helpful, Mrs. Wachter. Thank you. Please proceed.”
Mrs. Wachter gave Grandfather a full smile. “Let us think, who then is left?” and with that call to memory, her smile quickly disappeared replaced by an expression of fear.
“Oh my, yes, the freshman, Michael Charnick, a brute of a boy who would lose his temper at the slightest provocation, or rather his perception of a provocation. He was so big that I thought he would surely hurt one of the boys in a confrontation.”
Mrs. Wachter stopped for a moment, blanched, and looked nauseated. “Then there was the chutzpah of his openly flaunting his acceptance of deviant behavior, here at our academy where adherence to law and tradition is taught daily. Thankfully he didn’t stay long. But per
