Two days later, Mrs. Patterson called me early in the morning. Her voice sounded unusually nervous. “Becky, your former boss is standing in my office. He’s asking for you.” I immediately wondered whether Dale had come to apologize or demand his money back.
When I arrived, he was standing beside the principal, looking exhausted. He held his hat in both hands. “I need to speak with you,” he said quietly. Mrs. Patterson stepped outside, leaving us alone. Then Dale looked down and whispered something I never expected to hear: “I made a terrible mistake.”
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