Steve only came up to his shoulder. You want to talk about this, Dan? Summary The Principal Cause of Death is the next entry in Mark Richard Zubro's Tom and Scott series. The other kids in the class watched the confrontation. In some places only the principal can administer corporal punishment. I cheered for joy whenever they announced an assembly during the period I was supposed to have him in class.
It gave a groan and snapped in two. Blind fury and aching pain took over. To his dubious credit, Steve Bailey, the kid who Dan shoved out of the chair, tried to punch back. I threw my right arm up to ward off the blow. Zubro writes bestselling mysteries set in Chicago and the surrounding Cook County area, which are widely praised as fast-paced, with interesting plots and well-rounded, likeable characters.
My knuckles turned white and I felt the desktop wobble. I walked down the ancient and worn halls to the library. Dan Bluefield banged open the classroom door, pushed his way down the aisle toward me, and thrust his pass in my direction. I motioned her into the office behind the desk. He made a pass in my direction with the weapon. It was almost as if he were trying to build up a case against me. His n Author also writes as:.
She told me about an episode when Dan was in the fifth grade. I had tickets for that night to see Scott pitch in the last game of the season. Dan advanced slowly, keeping himself between me and the door. The cut stretched for four inches about halfway between my elbow and wrist. High in nearby Frankfort Square, Illinois. Dan Bluefield made Dennis look like an angelic first-grader.
One had even been absent from school that day. I hoped another late-staying teacher might pass the door, making for the lounge, as I had been. He had this big investigation. Lockers with paint chipping from years of use, lights in the ceiling with fixtures worn and cracked, and a tile floor gray from thousands of trampling kids and scrubbing custodians. I heard a rustle in the doorway. Several fifth-graders claimed I attacked Bluefield. Just came from there, he sneered.
Kurt Campbell, our union president and one of my best friends on the staff, stopped by as he was leaving. A woman in her early twenties, with blood dripping from her nose and a cut on her lip. I only found that out because one of the parents thought the whole investigation was silly nonsense and called to tell me. No help coming for you, faggot teacher. An inch before my fingers touched it, he let the piece of paper drop to the floor.
Grover Cleveland High School has had problem kids over the years, and eventually I got most of them in this class. I told him to stop. I taught eighth graders English and reading for thirty-four years and was president of the teachers' union in my district from 1985 until 2006. I, for one, am sick to death of putting up with you. We talked until the bell rang for last hour.
His novels feature gay themes, and Zubro is himself gay. Suddenly I had no decision to make. For the moment I forgot about Bluefield. I watched the breeze play with the undropped leaves as dappled sunlight created shifting patterns on desktops, chalkboard, and floor. Last I heard, he was serving eight to ten years for armed robbery somewhere in Texas. I got between them and restrained an enraged Steve.