The twelve year old girl’s father sat there looking at me as if I was something scrapped from the bottom of a slimy trashcan.
“Were you in the Marines?” I asked.
He looked suspicious and said yes.
I pulled out my old Marine Corp ID, which I still carried. The volcanic atmosphere vanished and the air-cooled. We spent the next half-hour talking about the Marines and Vietnam. Simper Fi was stronger than his daughter’s attempt to get rid of me with lies and deceit.
Before he left, he turned to her and said, “No more complaints. If Mr. Lofthouse tells you to do something, you do it.”
Just as I was starting to gain control, the regular teacher returned. She had released herself from the hospital and demanded her job back. A month later, she left after a second breakdown. I was called again. I asked for a written guarantee that the regular teacher wouldn’t be coming back. They couldn’t give it to me. I turned the job down.
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