I should’ve stacked the chairs and gone home, but I wasn’t ready to leave Posey yet.
“Once I finish sweeping the floors, I’m locking up,” the custodian tells us.
“Thanks, Al.” Posey waves to him as we walk out into the hallway of the high school. “Do you miss your high school days so much that you want to relive them tomorrow?” she asks, never looking at me.
My hands are in my pockets, hers linked behind her back. “I never went to high school.”
She nods. “Homeschooled?”
“All of us from High Society had school on the set for a few hours every day. Sometimes we got to miss if they were shooting a big scene. Honestly, we all passed whether we actually did pass or not. Sad really.”
“This is the English wing.” She points down the hallway. “Science.” Her finger moves to another hallway in
