On Saturdays and Sundays, I worked from one o’clock in the afternoon ‘til around eleven or so for Manny, leaving the morning hours for tutoring at Inman Middle School if I was needed. The school was actually just down the street from Julius’ house. This particular Saturday, I had a student who was struggling with algebra, and dyslexic. It was a challenge for both of us, but it was rewarding to see the light bulb go on when something finally made sense.
I usually dressed in casual clothes for these sessions, then went straight to Manny’s when I was done since tutoring lasted until noon. I always carried a uniform shirt in the trunk to change into for work. As I sauntered toward my car in the school’s parking lot, I looked up and saw Julius walking Mr. Wrinkles near the park across the stre
