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Stop it Frank, be quiet, Joey maneuvered himself beside the huge animal and was shouting almost as loud as the dog barked. It took Kate a moment to realize theyd been joined by a third person.
You must be Joeys father. Kaitlin had to shout to be heard. Im Miss Donovan, Joeys
Shut up! the man suddenly bellowed, and Kate, Joey and Frank all halted in their tracks. The dog lay down next to the stoop with his head on his paws, looking for all the world like an innocent pup.
Kaitlins hand had gone to her throat and she was hoping Parker wouldnt ask her in because she didnt think she could move her legs. She was also conscious of Parkers eyes on her, so she tried to collect herself enough to speak.
I hope Im not coming at a bad time, but I really wanted to see Joey. Im his teacher, Miss Donovan, and Ive missed him since school let out. I came to see how he was doing. Kate made an instantaneous decision about returning to this place.
Mr. Parker, would you have a problem with Joey coming to visit me in town? There was no reply. In fact, Kate was beginning to wonder if hed understood anything she said.
If Kaitlin thought the yard smelled bad, she didnt know what to think of Parker himself. His shirt had holes in it and was covered with grease and dirt. His boots hung open and Kate could see no socks on his dirty legs. His binders hung down around his knees and she was a little worried he was going to lose the filthy pants he wore.
Most of his teeth were missing and his hair and beard needed trimming. He wasnt that much taller than Kaitlin but looked a good deal heavier, with a stomach that protruded far over the waistline of his pants. His eyes were dark and watchful and they looked Kate in the eye with a keen intelligence shed not been expecting.
When a full minute had passed and Parker had still not spoken Kate tried again, this time with Joey.
How have you been Joey?
Fine. His voice was carefully neutral but his eyes revealed that he was glad to see her.
Joey, would you like to come and visit me? I work during the day, but if you want to come any evening during the week, Id welcome you. Do you know where I live?
Yes, Miss Donovan.