Chapter 31

“Okay, everyone, take a seat and we’ll get started.”

The classroom was about half full. A couple of students had come back after not passing the last test. The group, ranging in age from teen to elderly, took another minute or two to quiet, as Stone stood at the front at the whiteboard. “I’m Stone Larrabee, Art teacher by day, Equivalency Tutor by night. Welcome. Throughout the next six weeks—”

“Sorry, late again.” Edison came barreling in like a bull, literally carrying one, a barrel, not a bull, a small half barrel, actually, filled with apples. “Here.” He set it down on Stone’s desk. “An apple for the teacher, one for every day I was gone, each one kissed by lips I wished could kiss you.”

“What the—?”

“I swung by a farmer’s market on my way over and kissed each one coming here from there,” he claimed. “I have lip balm on, so you’ll see the mark.”

“Edison, that’s so sweet. Are you taking the class again?”