Free Miss Wayne and the Queens of DC (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles

I believe.”
“A day before the Spelling Bee?”
“Oh,” she said looking through the large desk calendar before her. “I guess it was. I hadn’t noticed.”
“So you’re tellin’ me that Wayne supposedly touched a chile a day before he won the championship for your school? Yet you allowed him to participate anyway? How convenient.”
Mrs. Brook’s face turned red. “Like I said, I hadn’t noticed that it was a day before the championship.”
“Sure you didn’t. What exactly happened?”
“I’ve been told that the kids were playing a game of Tag. Our gym teacher Mr. Barry Cornheart facilitated the game. I’m told Wayne was “It” and he tagged another student inappropriately on his body.”
“Where on his body?”
“On the shoulder.”
Mrs. Peterson sat up straight and eased forward, “He tagged another student inappropriately on the shoulder? Since when is touchin’ on the shoulder inappropriate behavior?”
“Well the student said it lasted longer than it should have. He felt very uncomfortable and was in the nurse’s office for the entire day after the incident. And because I’m the Principal, I have to speak with you.”
“You’ve already said you had to speak to me. So what does this mean for my chile?”
“It means that we are suggesting that you seek a counselor for Wayne.”
“My boy don’t need no shrink gettin’ in his head makin’ him feel imperfect!”
“Mrs. Peterson, your son is….well…gay. And he needs counseling.”
“Counselin’, huh?”
“Yes, Marbel.”
Mrs. Peterson shot daggers with her eyes. And suddenly, she presented a kind smile across her face. It was like she had two personalities and the principal wondered what was behind the look in her eyes.
“Mrs. Brook, would you mind if I make two phone calls?”
“Sure go right ahead,” she said thinking Marbel was eager to take her up on her advice to find Wayne a counselor. She pushed the black phone across the desk. “Dial 9 first and then the number.”
Mrs. Peterson moved the hair away from her ears, picked up the handset and dialed her first number. It rang twice. When the caller answered she hit the speaker button and placed the handset down.
“First National Bank, how may I help you?” the kind voice said from the speakers.
“Oh yes, I’d like to check the availability of my checking account balance please.”
“Sure. What is your account number and name?”
Mrs. Brook looked at Marbel with a confused glare. She thought it strange considering the nature of their conversation. I mean, why would she choose now to check the availability of funds in her bank account? It was as if she’d forgotten all about the meeting and remembered something else more important.
“185558766.” She said providing her name and information directly afterward.
“Oh yes! I have your account right here. Your balance if $46,000. Anything else?”
“No. That will be all. Thank you.” She ended the call.
The look on Mrs. Brook face showed her surprise. She hadn’t expected the woman to have saved so much money. Besides, it was $45,000 more than she had in her account on a principal’s salary. What she didn’t know was that Marbel had been saving for Wayne’s college fund most of her life.
“One last call, please.” Marbel said rousing Mrs. Brook from her thoughts.
Mrs. Brook nodded as she dialed another number.
“Thank you for calling the law offices of Scott Weinstein. How may I help you?” a woman’s voice bellowed.
Now Mrs. Brook understood Marbel Peterson and she understood her very well.
“Yes. May I speak with Scott Weinstein? This is his client Marbel Peterson.”
“Sure. Let me see if he’s available.”
It was a brief moment before he answered.
“Yes, Marbel. What can I do for you?”
“I know you are paid by the hour so I’ma get right to the point. I’m at my son’s school and the principal has suggested that I seek counsel. So, here we are. Can you help me?”
“Sure…go right ahead. The clock is