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Civil War: Chapter Twelve

Roger crashed into his office. His sanctuary. It was only two fifteen, but he wanted a drink. Calls first. He pulled out is cell phone and decided to call the cop again. But the phone buzzed in his hand before he could find the number. “Hello,” Roger said. “Hi, Mr. Thompson? This is Amanda Mateo, one of David’s teachers.” “Hi. Ms. Mateo. Yeah, we met in August.” “Oh, yeah, right. Parents’ Night. Read more →

Civil War: Chapter Eleven

Roger Thompson had completed his checklist. He’d learned from Jack Murphy, his friend and attorney, that the police sergeant seemed cooperative. With his tasks out of the way, he knew it was time to deal with his wife, Natalie. Natalie and Roger didn’t see eye to eye politically. Natalie described herself as a progressive. Even though they rarely discussed politics, Roger knew Natalie was politically active before they got married. She worked a lot of referendum campaigns in college and after. Read more →

Civil War: Chapters Nine and Ten

Chapter Nine “Elizabeth, I’m going to be out of the building the rest of the day. You have my cell. Vice-principal Johnson is in his office.” Elizabeth had a mouthful of Goldfish and could only grunt. But she wrote a note herself and nodded furiously at her boss. Nancy Flanders left the building. Forty-two minutes later, Flanders was parked and walking into the lobby of modern, glass and stainless steel building. Read more →

Civil War: Chapter Eight

Nancy Flanders sat perfectly still. Amanda Mateo fidgeted and rocked. Between lay a false statement and a pen. Amanda spoke. “I won’t sign that. I’ll write my own report. I should have spoken to the police yesterday. I’ll write my statement and give it you right now. But I’m not signing that,” pointing toward the statement on the desk. “That won’t be necessary. I’m afraid I’ll have to place you on suspension until the board reviews your case. Read more →

Civil War: Chapters Six and Seven

Chapter Six “Evan, this is Roger.” “How’s it going? Where are you?” “I’m at home. Listen, I’m going to have to use a sick day today.” “Everything okay?” “Not really. It’s a long story. David got beat up pretty bad yesterday at school. In school,” Roger said. “Well, hell. Sorry to hear that. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got you covered.” “Thanks, Evan. Sorry about this.” “No worries. It’s the slow season anyway. Read more →

Civil War: Chapters Four and Five

Chapter Four “Elizabeth, tell Amanda I need to see her on her planning hour.” Nancy Flanders’ assistant, Elizabeth Schneider, nodded her head, scribbled a note, and continued eating her bagel dripping with pineapple cream cheese and strawberry jam. Flanders returned to her office and closed the door. She sat and snatched the receiver from he desk phone, pressed two numbers, then hung up. She glanced out the window toward the school’s playground then reached for the cell phone on her desk. Read more →

Civil War: Chapter Three

Roger, David, and Natalie, drove home from the hospital in relative silence. It was already dark at six-thirty. Traffic was still snarled as drivers got used to the end of daylight savings. When they arrived home, David went to his bedroom and Natalie followed. The post-concussion protocol called for lots of rest, no electronics, and soft lighting. David went straight to bed. Roger walked into his home office with a glass of whiskey. Read more →

Civil War: Chapter Two

Roger pulled into the parking garage near St. Mary’s Hospital. Midday, the garage was packed. Roger parked on the roof and sprinted to the stairs. He crossed the short bridge to the third-floor reception area and approached the desk. “I’m Roger Thompson. My son David was brought here,” he said. The woman at the desk smiled at him, then typed on her keyboard. “Can I see your driver’s license please?” she asked Roger. Read more →

Civil War: Chapter One

Roger Thompson’s phone vibrated in his pocket. His boss, Evan, couldn’t hear the vibrating phone, but he noticed Roger’s distraction. “Do you need a minute?” Evan asked Roger. “No. Sorry. Damn phone won’t quit ringing. I’ll turn it off.” “Maybe it’s important. Go ahead.” Roger pulled the phone from his pocket and looked. Missed Call: Briarhaven Elementary “It’s my kid’s school,” Roger said. “I should probably call them back.” “Go,” said Evan. Read more →