whether she could go there or not？
？Are you a teacher here or ？？？ she asked politely。
Mr。 Tortia squatted down and held his palm out to April； who handed him a piece of Dentyne。 He
stood up again。 ？As a matter of fact； I？m the headmaster；？ he replied flatly。 He pulled on his
mustache and offered her his first smile。 ？Discretion lesson number one： Let？s not mention this
little incident to anyone。 Got it？？
Jenny nodded mutely。
Mr。 Tortia held up both hands and waved with his palms facing backwards； like the Queen of
England。 ？Arrivederci； little prospective girl！？ he chimed； dismissing her。
Harry reached up and patted Jenny on the bottom。 ？Drive safely；？ he told her affectionately； even
though she was obviously not old enough to drive。
Arrivederci； fuckups！
Her whole body trembling with outrage； Jenny hurried down the path through the woods；
wishing with all her heart there was a subway stop right there by the duck pond。 She could swipe
her MetroCard and catch the 3 train down to Ninety…sixth Street and Broadway； and be home in
time forAmerican Idol 。 The green…headed mallard quacked at her mockingly as she hurried
by。 ？Cr？me de la cr？me！ Cr？me de la cr？me！ Cr？me de la cr？me！？ he seemed to be saying。
Jenny whipped out her cell phone and dialed information。 ？Taxi。 In Croton Falls； New York；？ she
instructed。
？We have no listings for Taxi；？ the operator responded blandly。 ？I？ll check Limousines。？
？Fine。？ Jenny typed the number for the Village of Croton？s only limousine service into her cell
phone。 With the money her father had given her bined with the money already in her wallet；
she could probably get the driver to tak