Just as Jenice was starting the field trip again, her phone rang.
"Oh, it's Kylan..." she murmured to herself as she got the call. "Hello? Jenice Hampton here."
The voice on the other side was desperate and shakened. "Jenice!" Kylan almost cried out the words. "My girl friend is sick! I just called the embulance, but it isn't coming! What should I do? She just fall down and caughed on and on! She's now caughing blood! Jenice! Help me!"
"Kylan, what are you saying? You have a girl friend? Why didn't you tell me? And what do you mean by your girl friend is sick? You can drive a car, can't you? And what do you expect me to do?" Jenice's voice got sharper and nastier as she shouted on. "Just kiss your girl friend alive, like a real prince would do! What do you expect me to do with your secret girl friend? I'm no prince. You are!" Then she hung up.
"What was that?" Hilda asked, rasing her eye brows. "You almost sounded as mad as when Jack kicked Christina! What is going on?"
"Nothing." Jenice muttered.
"What's going on, Ms. Hampton?" Lolly asked, tugging at Jenice's skirt. "What is making you mad?"
Jenice blushed as other kids started to suround and stare her. One girl even started crying.
How could she act so immature and nasty in front of her pupals? Even if she was mad that Kylan didn't tell about his girl friend, and that he do have a girl friend doesn't make a better protest of her misbehavior. Kindergarten teachers should be a roll-model to all the kids, but now here she was, making a fool, and a bad roll-model of herself.
"It's nothing, Lolly." Jenice said in a forced warm voice. "Now class, let's start the field trip!"
***
Catherine rubbed her red eyes with her hands.
'Why is this taking so long?' she wondered desperately as she wrugged her hands. 'Please be okay! Please! Oh, god! Please! I can't stand if...if...'
A fresh wave of tears overcame Catherine as she hold her hands tightly and prayed.
'It will be fine,' she tried to assure herself. 'Everything will be fine. Just...hold on! It'll will be all fine, so hold on, please!'
Catherine's eyes rested on a small, half piece heart that was softly hanging on her phone. Seeing it made her want to cry again, but she knew crying won't solve anything.
A soft light breeze blew into the building and tickled Catherine. She could hear the merry laughs of kids, and the instructions of their teacher. That reminded Catherine of her old friends, Hilda and Jenice. They used to play and laugh like that, but it has been 15 years, 15 years! Catherine remembered reading a book called After 20 Years. She only wished that she'll never meet Hilda or Jenice like the police and the criminal in the book. How could she hand-cuff her old friends?
'Pay attention, Catherine!' Catherine scolded herself as she snapped out of her thoughts. 'How could you think about Hilda and Jenice when....' Her thoughts trailed off as a trickle of tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't bear the thought of being alone all again, with nobody at her side. "Just hold on..." she whispered desperately. "Just hold on...."
***
Hilda stared at Jenice with suspicion in her eyes. Even if it had been 15 years, it doesn't meant that Hilda wouldn't notice Jenice's distracted behavior. After that phone call with someone - she suspected it was Jenice's old broke-up boyfriend - Jenice seemed distracted. She even bumped her head in the glass cabinit displayed!
"Something is wrong..." Hilda whispered. She eyed Jenice carefully as Jenice barely missed a huge armer displayed. "I wish I could track down her privacy like I used to when I was young. But I know what came after that secret privacy investigation, so I'd better not do it."
Hilda sighed. She just wished she was young again, so she could wander freely around and cause trouble. But now she was an adult, a chain that stopped her from doing what she wanted.
"Sooner or later, I will find out," Hilda promised herself as Jenice tripped and fell. Hilda frowned as she spotted Jenice's right knee scraped of that fall. 'That girl isn't noticing that scratch!' Hilda finally concluded. 'She must be distracted.'
Hilda opened her phone to type in that clue and growned. "I have my own things to worry..." she muttered as she stared at the numorous texted sent by Mr. Pendolf.
"Mr. Pendolf is in his 30s, but sometimes, he acts like he's 5 years old, or 100 years old! That man should learn the behave." Hilda muttered under her breath, starting to check the texts. "Wait...it all has the same point! The detective I hired didn't come to the meeting!" Hilda shouted.
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